The Dark Secret of the CEO
Chapter 0

Chapter 0

Intro“Agent Rivera! …Hey, Rivera!”

He turned around, glaring at the figure in the doorway. The woman chuckled.

“Oh, someone had a bad night.”

“Thirty hours awake in a bloody car with fucking Wright for nothing,” he grunted.

“Oh, that explains it,” the woman walked over to pat his shoulder. “What can I get you? Coffee?”

“I’m on my second already,” he sighed. “That and the cold shower helped… But thanks, Dolores. I justneed to finish filing that damn report before twelve or the Chief’s going to give me hell.”

“I wouldn’t sweat it,” she scoffed. “Chief’s been talking to journalists all morning, he won’t rememberyour report until next week, Love.”

“What happened?” He asked with a sigh, stretching his neck. “Gunfight?”

“No, some poor chick committed suicide. Found dead in her hotel room. The case’s pretty clear, butshe was some b-rate celebrity so we’ve got all the media covering it.”

He frowned, making the woman chuckle.

“You’ve really been out of the loop eh, hun? It’s all over the radio and TV. Look.”

She walked over to grab the abandoned remote on one of the desks, and switched channels from asoap opera to the news channel. The headline was large, and the journalists’ faces were a bit morestern than usual. The images were showing the front of the Four Seasons Hotel, that fancy place

between Park Avenue and Madison Avenue, with a crowd gathered and the dramatic lights of policecars. He frowned. There were dozens of people gathered, and in the middle was indeed their boss, inhis uniform, visibly holding an impromptu press conference.

“Look at him,” scoffed Dolores. “They dragged him out of bed at one in the morning to handle thejournalists. Poor Rodney…”

He scoffed too, grabbing his half-empty cup to chug down the rest of that coffee. If he rememberedwell, their Chief of Department was supposed to be off today… Bad luck some famous chick haddecided otherwise.

Suddenly, the image on the screen changed to a picture with a face on it. A face he had seen before.He didn’t even hear his cup fall on the desk, bounce and crash down on the floor. He stared at thatface, and the name that was scrolling across the bottom of the screen. He slowly stood, in shock.

“Hey! …You alright, Flaco?”

He didn’t answer. No, he hadn’t even heard the question. He felt light-headed, his thoughts spinning.No, not her. He hadn’t even made the connection. He took the remote off Dolores’ hand, turned thesound up. The death had occured right before midnight, the legists had said. Found in her bathtub byher fiancé half an hour later. No witnesses. They showed the images of some young people, crying outas the body-shaped bag was taken out of the Hotel. A fan in tears was interviewed, still in a completestate of shock. So was he.

“…You alright?” Dolores asked gently. “…Were you a fan of hers or something?”

“…Or something,” he muttered.

He suddenly came back to his senses, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. He was breathingloudly, as if he had just run a race. His heart had, but it was a… dead end. He was feeling sick to his

stomach. He had to be dreaming, right? He hadn’t slept in hours, there was no way this nightmare wasreal.

“Poor girl,” sighed Dolores. “What pushed her to do such a thing? Bless her soul, the poor darling. I’mnever fond of these celebrities, but she was hella young. Who knows what happens to them when theyget so famous so young. Makes more than one crazy…”

“That was… last night?” He muttered.

He had been parked just streets away all that night, waiting for some narco to show up. All this timewasted, while she… He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from passing out.

“Who’s on the case?” He asked.

“There won’t be much of a case,” Dolores sighed. “It’s a suicide, Love. They’ll scrape the carpet just tomake her fans and the media happy, but there isn’t anything to replace.”

“No.”

Suddenly, he saw from across the window panes, the tired face of his boss walking in. He ran, almostbumping into two colleagues, to get to him first.

“Boss! I want the case!”

Their Chief of Department blinked a couple of times, confused.

“Rivera? What case? What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be catching a break-”

“The Case of the Four Season Hotel. I want it,” he insisted, out of breath.

His Boss hesitated, confused.

“The Starr Suicide? …Rivera, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but there’s no case. The Forensicsare on it and we already watched three hours’ worth of tapes from the hotel. This is just a suicide.”

“It’s not,” he said. “I’m sure it isn’t, Boss. Please. Give me that case.”

The Chief of Department frowned, and looked down on the coffee stain on his pants. He sighed, andwalked past him, heading for his office.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Rivera. Shouldn’t you have your hands full with the Narcos’ case?”

“The trail’s gone freaking cold, Wright and I have gone nowhere for two weeks. I want this case.”

His superior frowned, and sat behind his desk.

“Rick, what is it? I’ve never seen you like this? You’re an excellent detective, you wouldn’t take a lostcause like this… There’s no one to save. So what is it?”

He couldn’t tell him. He remained of stone, and silent.

“…I want this case.”

The Chief sighed.

“…Her fiancé confirmed she was extremely depressed. Whatever your reason is… I can’t give you acase that does not exist, Rivera. Her family doesn’t even seem to care much either. The journalists aremy main issue at the moment, and those bastards will bite at the smallest hint we give them that there’smore to it. My answer is no.”

“It wasn’t a suicide,” he muttered between his teeth.

“How the hell would you know that!”

Once again, he remained silent. The Chief massaged his heavy eyelids, then looked behind hisstubborn subordinate. Luckily, at six in the morning nobody was listening. Only Dolores was standing abit further, visibly concerned about her colleague. When their eyes met, she shrugged. He went back tothe man standing in front of his desk.

“You’re so fucking stubborn, Rivera… Let’s wait for the Forensics. If there’s a case… I’ll consider it.Alright? Now get the hell out of my office before I really need to yell at someone.”

He nodded. Not satisfied, but it didn’t matter much what his Boss said. He wouldn’t leave things at thatno matter what the forensics said. He stepped out, giving Dolores a vague sign of the hand. He walkedout to the coffee machine, just so he could have something else to do. The New York City PoliceStation was always busy, no matter what time of the day. An old lady in front of him was shouting at thecoffee machine for only giving her milk.

He stood next to it, the anger building. Her yelling wasn’t helping. She kept shouting, and shouting. Hewas the one who wanted to shout!

He suddenly punched the machine. Everyone in the station froze, turning their eyes to the frustratedcop. The Coffee Machine made a beep, and the coffee came down.

“Thank you, young man.”

He didn’t answer that, and moved his back against the wall. He slid down, until his butt hit the ground.He felt like crying, screaming and shouting. Nothing came. Instead, he took out his wallet. Searchedbetween all the crumbled receipts, and found it. A small, old photo. His throat got tight.

She was smiling in it. She had always had that smile that went up to her eyes, and revealed only herfront teeth. A new tear came to his eye. He took a deep breath, and took out his phone. He found anumber he hadn’t used in years. He rang it, and waited a few seconds. Her voice came on after the

tone. He listened to it, over and over again, without leaving a message; Her voice was much younger.This number was not in use anymore, but somehow, she had never deleted it. After some long minutesof listening to it, over and over, he wiped his tears again, and looked up another number.

“Hi, Lisa speaking,” answered an out-of-breath voice. “Who’s this?”

“Liz, it’s Rick.”

A couple of seconds of silence followed.

“…Rick?”

“It’s about June.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking.” she scoffed bitterly. “Then I don’t want to hear it. Whatever she wantsnow, you can tell her to go f-”

“She’s dead, Liz.”

“…What?”

“June’s dead.”

He heard the woman gasp. Another silence followed, and he heard her chuckle nervously.

“…No fucking way. …P-Please tell me you’re joking.”

“It happened last night. You’ll see it in the news soon,” he muttered. “I didn’t want you to learn it fromTV.”

“Wha-… What happened!” She cried. “How-!”

“I don’t know. …But I will.”

He took a deep breath.

“I promise,” he muttered. “I’ll replace out what the fuck happened.”