By the time Monday rolled around, I was excited that my newsletter had been sent out.  Or, that was what Mr. Watson had told me would happen last week.  On my way in, I found myself walking up to Grenadine, the woman smiling at me.  She was always so chipper, and I figured that was why they put her at the front desk.  It was better than someone who wasn't so excited to be in greeting everyone.

"Good morning, Grenadine," I greeted.

"Good morning, Miss Holmes! Mr. Watson would like to see you when you get a chance."

"Perfect, thank you."

She nodded, offering me a piece of candy.  I declined, though thanked her kindly for the offer.  Heading toward Mr. Watson's office, I barely glanced in Harry's direction when I noticed that his eyes were already glued to me.  It caused me to feel anxious, though I sent him a small wave in an effort to calm myself down.  He sent one back as well, leaving me to focus on looking for something in my pocketbook.  Of course, I wasn't looking for anything, but I wanted to act like I was so that I wouldn't be "glued to the glass" like he had told me I always was.

Knocking on Mr. Watson's office, he asked me to come in.  The man was sitting at his desk with glasses on, his eyes meeting mine quickly.  The man gestured toward the seat in front of his desk, and I quickly sat down in front of him.  I figured I would be working on a newsletter, but I had no idea what I would put in the contents.

"Good morning," he greeted finally as he took his glasses off.  "Did you have a good weekend?"

"It was nice," I agreed.

"Mr. Styles told me that he fixed some stuff at your place.  That was very generous of him."

"Oh, that," I laughed.  "Yeah, I told him I had just moved in and he offered to help.  He saved me a couple hundred dollars, also."

"I'm glad to hear it.  I know we're covering your housing, but your pay is as high as I could get it and I know it isn't crazy."

"Please.  It is more than enough.  More than I thought I would be making even three years out of college, so thank you," I quickly told him.  "I know that Grenadine said you wanted to see me, though."

"Of course.  I figured that you could start working on the new newsletter for next week.  However, I wanted to thank you for your help with the grant offer.  I know that they are very seriously interested in helping us now because of your work on it.  Again, thank you."

"It was no problem," I assured him.  "Anyway, I'll get right to work on that newsletter!"

He agreed, thanking me once again for my help and all the effort that I put into my work.  It wasn't long until I was passing the glass again, Harry waving me toward him.  It was confusing, to say the least, and I made a face at him as he was talking, but he continued to wave me over and even point to the door to the studio he was in.  Rolling my eyes at him, I headed down the opposite hall that I was in, standing next to the studio door not much later.  I was certain he had to wait until it was a commercial break, my eyes focusing on him very quickly when the door was pulled open.

"Good morning, doll," he stated.  "I have to make this quick.  Will you let my girlfriend sit in your office when she gets here around nine-fifty?"

"She can't sit in yours?" I asked.

"It's locked, she would have to come get a key from me.  The whole thing.  Please.  For me.  You adore me."

"I don't adore you, but I can let your girlfriend sit in my office, sure."

"We're feisty this morning," he chuckled.  "Not enough sleep? No coffee?"

"I'm just grumpy.  Tell your beloved where my office is when she gets here, I'll leave the door open."

"Thanks.  I owe you."

Nodding, I waved him off, Harry chuckling as I started walking off down the hall to the stairs.  I heard the door to the studio shut, and when I glanced through the glass, he was already sitting down at his little desk area.  I climbed the steps to my office, heading down the hall.  It wasn't long until I made it to my door, pushing it open and walking in.  Setting my bag on my desk, I turned on the radio, Harry's voice cascading through the room again.  Though, I clearly tuned in at the exact time that he was doing a catch-up segment which was perfect for me.

"If you're just tuning in, it's nine-ten in the morning and I'm talking about another recent murder here in Winter Haven.  Now, you might be thinking it's probably another female, and, you wouldn't be wrong.  However, we have a double homicide.  Male, aged twenty-two, and female, aged twenty-two as well.  Both are young, they were found out by South Lake Howard Nature Park.  Someone might think this could be a separate person from the Fileman and Wheeler cases, however, it appears that the woman's description matches the past two women who have been murdered."

Matched the past two women? So three? Three victims that all bared similarities to me? It was jarring, and I felt anxious now.  Or, more anxious than I had even the past couple of times there had been murders.  Not to mention that there wasn't much kill time in between the victims.  I wondered if the guy that was killed just happened to be in the way, or if he had tried to save the girl and ended up dead as well.  There were so many questions, thoughts, and concerns that I had now.  How was I going to be able to go about my day if I knew I resembled the victims?

"I am going to say this as someone who has a girlfriend and would be absolutely devastated if anything happened to her.  You ladies should be careful.  Even with a man around, this murderer is very capable of ending lives.  As Winter Haven Police stated, try to stay indoors past eight unless you're in a big group.  Don't answer the door if you don't know anyone that is supposed to come over.  Stay home, and stay safe."

His words made sense.  After all, it should have been common knowledge to not go out past a specific time.  Then again, some people didn't follow those rules.  Trying to focus on my work as Harry spoke and gave as much intel as possible on the situation that was unfolding, he even went back to the previous cases, trying to link certain things that appeared similar at the crime scene.  It was interesting to hear, especially since the way he described everything was so clear, precise, and meticulous. It was as if he didn't want to mess up what he was saying, which, of course, made sense.

By the time it was about nine-fifty, I heard shuffling in the hallway. I brushed it off, continuing to make notes about what I wanted to do with the newsletter and trying to draw out different ideas. Though, there was a knock on my door not much later, a pretty blonde woman standing in the doorway. She was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, a crossover bag resting over her shoulder.

"Hey," she greeted. "I'm Cherry."

Of course she was hot and had a cool name. It made perfect sense. I wasn't jealous in the slightest, but I just figured that it made total sense. He was an attractive man with a very pretty girlfriend. Although, I truly didn't understand why he had been trying to act like she didn't exist when she looked like this.

"I'm—"

"Maggie," she quickly said.  "Harry told me.  He didn't tell me you were this pretty, though."

My cheeks flushed with her compliment.  As a super pretty girl herself, I hadn't expected her to be so kind in the way of compliments. I gestured toward one of the seats in front of my desk, Cherry quickly taking a seat and setting her bag in the other chair in front of it. She glanced around my office as I tried to continue to work on my newsletter, though I was quickly distracted when she started speaking.

"I'm glad Harry is finally making friends here after so many years. I haven't dated him a crazy long time, but I know he never really had the chance to build any friendships here at the station. Then again, everyone was normally scared to talk to him because he's a big radio show host. He said you didn't mind talking to him."

It caught me off guard. Why hadn't he made friends here before? I was brand new, and he was being overly welcoming. It wasn't like he seemed all that cold. Of course, he had the very first time we had met, but after that he was warm and bubbly with me. So, again, why hadn't he made friends before? It just wasn't adding up.

"How long have you guys been dating?" I asked.

"Hmm," she started, seeming to think it over for a few moments. "I think we started dating back in November."

I nodded.

"What about you? Do you have a special someone?" she asked.

"Not anymore. We split up in December."

"No, you're kidding," she frowned. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I've survived."

She agreed, but said it must have been difficult to split up before the holidays. I told her that she had no idea, but it was because I lost more than just my ex. A lot was given up when we decided to break up—or, when he decided he didn't want to be with me any longer. Alas, it wasn't like I could have stayed in that relationship with all of the stipulations that were being presented to me. At the end of the day, what had happened was ultimately the best decision.

"Have you been dating?" she questioned.

"Not really," I laughed, getting up to shut the radio off since I knew Harry's broadcast was coming to an end.

"Thank you for listening to Dawn FM, dead or alive every morning at 7a.m," I heard Harry say before I shut the radio off.

"Not even one date," she complained. "Are you worried to get back into things?"

I laughed. "I'll be quite honest. I haven't been on dates, but I've had my fair share of experiences, if you will. I guess I'm making up for my lost time after being in a relationship for six years."

"Six years?" she gasped. "Oh god, no wonder you don't want to be in a relationship."

I laughed, sitting back at my desk. She seemed entirely interested in what had happened, but I just assured her that it didn't work out, and that it was for the better this way. It was obvious that she still wanted to pester me, but I was more interested in working on my newsletter. For a few minutes she flipped through a magazine on my desk, though it wasn't long until I heard shuffling in the hall once more, followed by a familiar voice.

"Babes, there you are," Harry stated, Cherry getting up out of her seat and practically running over to Harry. "Good morning."

"It's going to be," she agreed.

He chuckled, giving her a quick kiss and I found myself wanting to vomit with how sweet they were being with one another. Staring down at my newsletter, I could hear Harry murmuring to her, but I had absolutely no idea what he was saying. Soon enough, the two of them were walking back over to my desk, Cherry sitting in one chair while Harry stood behind her.

"Thank you for occupying her time," Harry told me.

"Yeah, no problem. Cherry is super nice."

"Why do you always tell people that's your name?" he laughed. "Her name is Cheryl."

"Cheryl, Cherry. Let me have this, babes," she complained to him. "Come on, please."

"Not here, darling," he snickered.

"Alright, if you guys are going to continue to be gross here, please take it somewhere else."

Cherry quickly apologized, telling Harry to be polite in front of me. I knew the odds of that were incredibly slim, but he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Again, it made me want to vomit, especially since I thought he was never this nice. Sure, he could be kind, but this was different. This was a side that I didn't think existed whatsoever.

"So, I was thinking," Cherry started. "Since you just moved here, I would love to take you out with Harry and I. We can go to a club or bar and get some drinks. It would be so much fun!"

Harry looked like he was interested in what his girlfriend had to say. Honestly, I hadn't been out yet, and it was kind of surprising. Then again, the only people I would want to go out with were always occupied with children. Plus, the chances of getting them out of the houses without their husbands and children were slim to none. Of course, I could have gone out by myself as well, but with the whole murderer of Winter Haven going on, it wasn't high on my lists of things that I wanted to do.

"I wouldn't mind going out. As long as it's the weekend, that would for best for me."

"Perfect, do you want to go out on Saturday?" Cherry asked me. "I think Harry and I are going to go on a date Friday night, right, babes?"

"Sure, darling."

She smiled up at him, watching as he stood up instead of continuing to lean over her. I watched as he grabbed her bag, pulling it over his shoulder. I hated to say it, but he was probably one of the only men I had ever seen that could pull off the bag look. Not that I felt I had seen very many men with a bag over their shoulder, but Harry truly looked good with it, and it didn't look out of place.

"I don't want to bother Magdalina any more this morning," Harry told Cherry.

"You're not bothering me at all," I told them.

"Well, I know you have your newsletter to work on and I would be rude to continue interrupting you. We'll talk more about Saturday, doll."

"It was so lovely to meet you," Cherry told me excitedly. "I can't wait to hang out on Saturday!"

I agreed, waving a goodbye to the two. It wasn't long until I heard the jingling of Harry's keys, my eyes focusing on my work. However, I soon heard the two walk into his office, followed by the door shutting. As I continued to create ideas for my newsletter, I heard what sounded like something in Harry's office move, followed by laughter. It wasn't anything crazy so I brushed it off, however, when I heard something slam against the wall followed by what I definitely thought was a moan, I was out. There was no way I was going to sit idly by in my office while they did whatever sinful things next door.

Grabbing my newsletter papers, I quickly started to leave my office when I heard another moan through the wall. It was beyond uncomfortable, and I felt like I was invading their space even though I was in my own room. Quickly making my way to the library, I found myself trying to focus, but the noises that I had heard kept replaying in my mind.

About an hour passed of me working on my newsletter before I started to feel like I wanted some coffee or something. This morning was just not going in my favor, and I knew it was probably because I had just started my time of the month early this morning. Of course, it was only eleven now, but I meant it had been about three in the morning when I shot up out of bed because of just a feeling.

Taking my pages with me, I went to the break room. There were a couple of familiar faces so I waved in their direction. The couple of people waved back, and I found myself getting a coffee, fixing it up with creamer and sugar. Soon enough, I was taking a sip, trying my best to relax even though I felt grumpy. As I exited the break room, I held onto my pages, about to make it back to the library when I heard my name being called. Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed Harry. He didn't look as disheveled as I had imagined he would, leaving me to send him a small wave.

He quickly made his way across the room, my eyes wide when I realized that he did in fact have a hickey on his neck. Though, I quickly composed myself, noting that everything else about him looked perfectly normal. His hair was in place, his shirt was nicely buttoned and tucked into his trousers. It was as if what I had heard was all in my mind.

"Why aren't you in your office?"

"There was a lot of noise," I stated, turning on my heel to walk away.

"Oh, you're mad," he quickly said, grabbing my wrist. "Listen, she called me last night and said she missed me and this was the quickest place we could—"

"To start, I'm not mad. I'm in a bad mood, it has absolutely nothing to do with you. I also don't care what you guys do or why. I just prefer to do my work where I can't hear you two messing around."

"Why are you mad? What's got those knickers in a twist, doll?"

He was always so smooth. It was like he wanted me to fall under his spell, but I wouldn't allow it. Not when he had a girlfriend. Not when I had met the super pretty, sweet, and kind blonde girl. And certainly not if it meant I would be the other woman. I started to walk into the library, but I could hear Harry was hot on my tail. Setting my papers on the table, I continued to hold the cup of coffee in my hands, Harry glancing over me twice. He always did that—always looked me up and down twice. It made me insanely nervous, but I acted like I didn't notice.

"Well," he tried again.

"Well what?"

"See, that's the thing. You have this attitude problem with me, doll, and I don't like it very much."

He took the coffee from my hands, setting it on the table away from my papers. I watched as he cupped my cheek, my eyes avoiding his. It took everything in me not to look at him, but I was sure it was because I was irritated and I was not going to give in to him the way that I normally did. Or, I wouldn't say that I usually gave into him, but he was being more persistent than normal with me and I wasn't having it.

"Look at me when I'm speaking."

"What will you do if I don't?" I asked him.

He had only been grasping my cheek lightly before, but soon his grip shifted, his thumb pressing to one side of my face while his fingers grasped the other. I was surprised when he turned my head up, my eyes still avoiding his but I quickly met them when I realized he was much stronger than he had been letting on this entire time.

"You don't want to play games with me," he stated, his voice low.  "I know you think it's funny, but I'm the last person you want to act like this with. Do you understand, Magdalina?"

Oh I did.

"Sure."

"I'll allow it," he nodded.  "You behave. Let me know if there's anything I can assist with, doll."

"If you're insinuating something, you know how I feel about that, Harry."

"And just what would I be insinuating?" he asked, though the smirk on his face gave away that he was definitely insinuating something. "I have absolutely no clue what I would be trying to suggest."

He was always lying. Never big ones, but he was very good at fibbing. Rolling my eyes at him, I watched as he started to walk away. However, I realized that I did have a serious question. It had to do with the newsletter, and what I would do to spice it up this week. Calling his name, he stopped, turning around and walking back toward me with a smug look on his face.

"Yes?"

"Can you think about something interesting for me to put in the newsletter next week?"

"Sure can," he nodded. "If you behave."

I glared at him. "Well, maybe if you weren't fucking in the office next to mine, I wouldn't be so grumpy."

"You jealous?" he asked me. "Want to feel like that?"

His voice was low, sultry, smooth in a way I had never heard it before. I would be lying if I said I wasn't kind of into it. Though, my eyes were wide with his words, Harry chuckling softly. It was clear he was only joking then, and I felt myself relax. He shook his head, peering over what I had already before glancing at me.

"I'll think of something. You have my word."

"Lovely," I nodded. "Stop flirting with me."

"Where's the fun in that?" he chuckled. "I have work to do. Enjoy the library and your coffee."

And just like that, he left. He was acting like he didn't totally enjoy hanging around me, but I just brushed it off, sitting at the library table. I was certain I could head back to my office now, but the last thing I wanted to do was assume I was in the clear when they could have very well been doing more sinful things behind closed doors. Choosing to have a change of scenery until I was certain Harry was packed up for the day, I spent my time looking at different books to try and get an idea for the newsletter. I just hoped that whatever my idea was would top last week's.