Closed Doors

"That is enough!", The voice of the young detective echoed as she slammed her hand on the table. " I do not wish to hear any more of those silly accusations"

Two friends in a small room. One with raging anger whilst the other kept her silence.

"This is the last time I'm warning you, Scarlet. Not a single word about the Derion family", she glared at her friend. The only person capable of getting to the bottom of the mystery. Yet, Jeran pushed her away, the same way she had done three years ago. Every second she thought of that dreadful moment she found herself gasping for air. The only thing that kept her from running away was her one friend— Scarlet Raychell.

Scarlet smiled bitterly, " How long do you think you can hold it? How far will you go?"

Those words struck her heart. Jeran was certain about the future. But what was she supposed to do? Tell Scarlet that she had threatened Fiona and got the location of George Malore but was unable to catch him? What will her friend think of her?

Most importantly, how will 'he' think of her?

"You don't have to intervene in my personal affairs. I am mature enough to do as I please"

"But are you mature enough to accept it?"

Scarlet kept her head high and boldly stared at those golden orbs. She wanted to get rid of the chains that held her. She needed to be free before it was too late.

"Look Jeran, you have to let it go before it's too late. We're already doing what we love. Don't let the past destroy your present", she watched the other with pensive eyes, "I have decided to work with Eric on this one. You can do whatever you please. I won't interfere any longer"

Suddenly, the only thing Jeran could hear was that particular voice laughing at her. She wanted to scream and get rid of the nightmare. But, she kept silent and watched her friend leave her alone, in the dim room. Jeran failed to keep her promise yet again.

"I can handle it on my own", she sat down on her chair and heaved a deep sigh before flipping through the diary. Her eyes stared at the picture of George Malore with Fiona Derion, both smiling widely. Evidence to prove that the two had something more than just being business partners.

Jeran reached out for the pen and marked the statement of Fiona - " He is still in Kingslaiv. However, he's with someone very powerful, you won't be able to get him easily"

She pursed her lips anxiously with knitted brows, "Someone very powerful huh? I wonder who that might be?". Underlining the line she leaned back on her swivel chair and closed her eyes thinking hard about who that person is and how much influence does he have in the city.

" A Mafia Lord? Police Head? Businessman?", her thoughts came to a halt when she realised it. Her eyes shot open and she jolted up from her seat. A faint smile on her face. Of course she 'Knew' who that person is. Jeran would never forget. Not even for a second. Picking up the diary she rushed towards the door and almost bumped with one of her seniors. Miss Emilia Anderson, a young officer with a lovely personality. Blonde hair and blue eyes just like a deep ocean it was mysterious yet beautiful.

"Oh my! What's so urgent that you have to run like a kid, Vincent?", she said surprised by how the young Detective was behaving early in the morning. Her eyes landed on Jeran's diary, the picture at that moment slipped out causing the poor Detective to widened her eyes in horror. Miss Emilia's trained eyes were hard to deceive. She looked up at her junior and saw the latter panicking and then proceeded to pick up the picture. Miss Emilia stared at it and then back at her junior with a slightly raised brow demanding an explanation. Jeran knew who she was dealing with and was also very sure that the Higher Ups would murder her for hiding such important evidence.

Trying to cover up she fake a chuckle and said, " It's nothing, Miss Emilia. It's a picture of my uncle and aunt in Manhatten. You know, their honeymoon and all". Deep inside her facade, Jeran was crying because of her lame reason. She saw how Emilia's eyes narrowed as she folded her arms, still holding the picture making it impossible for Jeran to snatch it and run with it.

"Oh, is that so? Well, then I guess you also carry around your family pictures as well hm?"

"I..."

"You what? Don't try to fool me, Vincent. I know your terms with your family and don't you dare say you've settled it because you haven't. And this photo", holding it up she continued, " Why is Fiona Derion in this picture?"

"I don't know"

"You don't know? You're carrying the Derion's heiress picture in 'your' diary and you're telling me you don't know?"

"Yeah... I mean. No, I don't know who that man is. And yes, I'm a huge fan of her so I'm just keeping it with me for now. The Derions and their influence you know? Hehe..", Beads of cold sweat rolled down her nape, the cold stare of Emilia was too much for her to handle at such a moment.

" You are a bad liar, Vincent. Tell me who this man is and why is your hand shaking as you're talking to me"

Jeran didn't realize how nervous she was just by talking with the Former Head of the Department's Daughter, Emilia Anderson. Her soft lips curved into a smile upon seeing the latter froze on her spot. She burst out laughing surprising her junior who was baffled.

"Vincent.... you...you truly are a funny person", she faced her with a wide smile, " That excuse was hilarious!", Emilia laughed her heart out whilst Jeran remained puzzled and trying to process the whole situation.

After she had calmed down Emilia tapped Jerans shoulder, "You should probably learn how to lie, Vincent. You are easy to fool"

Jeran watched how she smiled at her completely unaware of the words she had spoken out. She didn't know who she was calling a 'Fool'.