Personal Narrative-In-Home Research

The bathroom was compact with light beige walls, slightly darker tiles, and a white counter top. Again, the prominent odor of cleaning products and bleach burned my nostrils. I splashed some water on my face, grabbed a bleached white towel from the rack, and blotted my skin dry. A hot mess didn’t do my current appearance justice, I looked like death warmed over, and that was being kind. My blue eyes looked dull, as did the rest of me. My dark hair was matted and caked with dried blood. My once light pink blouse was now stained, in addition, there was also blood drops on my black pencil skirt. I removed the bandage from my ear, and the bleeding had stopped, leaving a scab across the outer shell.
A few years had passed since I’d seen my ex, …show more content…
The names were recognizable from some articles I had read about local gang bosses. I figured Max Barroni had some ties to some bad people, but I never considered the mob. He was intimidating and sly, which was why I had started researching him in the first place. His visits to our offices were increasing in frequency and Luis, my boss, was agitated each time he left. I thought I was doing Luis a favor by looking into the man. I had no idea what a mess I would uncover. My in-house research yielded little information about the man himself, however, the money trail spoke volumes. There were lots of it filtering through Luis's campaign and personal …show more content…
“What kind of things, June? Illegal I'm assuming.”
“I should start at the beginning. I've been working as Luis Persia's personal assistant for the past three years. I started shortly after, you know…” I coughed and waved a hand between the two of us. “We broke up.” I took a steadying breath. “I moved into a small apartment, and we met at a…” Brian reached across the table between us and took my hand in his. I hadn't realized I was shaking, but the warmth of his touch helped settled me.
“I know all that.” His voice was deep and calming. He must have registered the shock on my face because he explained. “We may have been apart, but that doesn't mean you were out of my thoughts. I've known exactly where you were. Who you've been with.” He looked away for a split second. Perhaps a look of chagrin swept across his features, although Brian Rigshaw didn't get embarrassed. “Don't get pissed. I had to make sure you were okay. You don't just stop caring, or at least I