North America / Louisiana (Ellington-Nobel Court Studio, New Orleans): April 20th, 2026.
It was a beautiful day for the world. The birds were chirping their songs as mankind went about their daily routines with smiles on their faces at beauty of the city, but also sad looks on their faces at the horror of it whether it be financially, emotionally or physically, yet if you were to look closely at a court studio. To be more specific, Inside of it in a luxerious styled office. You can see a handsome, monstrously built man and a beautiful woman attending to what appears to be extracurricular activities under other circumstances.
The office pungent with the smell of cologne and perfume.
(Malakai's POV)
*GLUCK* *GLUCK* *GLUCK*
"I need to get to the bottom of this case and I also need to hurry and deal with my financial debt left from the previous owner, he was a complete dumbass in regards too handling money and obtained a debt of 22,544,111 from gambling" I thought with a sigh as I exhaled smoke from my nose.
*SLURP* *SLURP* *POP* *PTOOH*
I inhaled the cigar again and exhaled a cloud of smoke from my mouth and thought "I find it a little to weird, something just isn't adding up inside my head"
*GLUCK* *GLUCK* *GLUCK*
I exhaled slowly through my nose, the cigar smoke curling upward.
"This is not adding up" I thought, exhaling slowly through my nose, the cigar smoke curling upward.
Debt. Hidden property. False death and messages after death.
*Tak* *Tak* *Tak*
Something was wrong.
Not emotionally.
Logically.
Like a line that refused to connect.
*SLURP* *POP*
I clicked my teeth softly. Annoying.
I looked down slightly at samantha between my legs and said flatly with my eyes opening slightly "Stop."
Silence.
Samantha paused immediately. Her face full of little hairs, spit and other liquids with a very veiny, thick and deep matte black circumcised 33 inch penis in her hands.
Good.
I removed the cigar from my mouth and rested it on a ashtray.
*Tak*
"People do not maintain property for no reason.They do not pay for medical care for no reason. And they definitely do not keep a dead man active on paper for no reason." I said calmly with my eyes opening even wider with a cold look in them.
Samantha looked up at me with irritation still in her eyes and shifted slightly like she was about to continue.
I didn't move for a second. I grabbed the cigar from the ashtray, took one last drag and stood up from the chair.
She blinked.
I looked down at her once and said flatly "I said stop."
The office was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant muffled noise of movement somewhere outside the studio walls.
I pulled my spandex boxers back up first and adjusted them into place with one hand. Then I grabbed my pants and pulled them back up over my legs and hips, fastening them while letting out a quiet breath through my nose.
*Zip*
*Tak*
I buttoned my shirt back up one button after another and adjusted the collar with a look of annoyance on my face.
Samantha stayed where she was for a moment before slowly rising to her feet with a hard look in her amber eyes.
The room was pungent. Quiet too.
I ran a hand through my black and white styled hair and rolled one shoulder slightly.
Annoying.
Samantha crossed her arms over her big and bare chest and said with visible irritation in her voice "You know, five years ago in london you were not like this."
I looked at her but said nothing.
Samantha laughed once. Bitterly.
"No, I am serious. When we met in london you were different. Colder in some ways yes, but easier too. Cleaner. Simpler. You actually knew how to enjoy something without stopping in the middle of it because your brain decided to chase numbers, lies and dead men." Said samantha with a irritated look on her face as she adjusted her clothing.
I picked up my glasses from the desk and slid them back onto the tip of my nose.
She kept going.
"For five years this worked for what it was. Sex friends. Easy. No promises. No whining. No love story. I am married, I have a son and I still made space for this because at least back then you knew how to separate work from everything else…" Said samantha with a frustrated sigh, her back turned away from me.
Samantha turned and looked directly at me and said with a scoff "Now every time I look at you it is like you are somewhere else. Even when you are right in front of me you are not actually here."
I looked at her calmly and said "Because I am thinking."
Samantha clicked her teeth and said "You are always thinking."
"Yes. Indeed I am." I said very flatly.
Samantha stared at me for a moment and then said with squinted eyes "You have changed."
I adjusted my cuff and said calmly "No. I have become honest and a newer evolved man."
Samantha's face tightened.
The office went silent again.
I walked around the side of the desk slowly and picked up the paper with the address on it.
1784 saint charles avenue. Unit C.
Still ugly.
Samantha looked at me and said with clear irritation "So that is it then. I am just supposed to stand here while you throw me aside every time something gets in your head."
I glanced at her and said calmly "Do not misunderstand and dramatize this."
Samantha's eyebrows creased with an even more angered look on her face.
Samantha took a step toward me and said with her right finger barely reaching up to my face "Dramatize. That is funny coming from you. You sit in that courtroom humiliating people for sport and then come back here acting like you are above everyone in the room."
I looked at her for a long moment and said calmly "You are confusing access with importance again."
Silence.
Samantha's expression hardened.
I set the paper back down on the desk and said with my gravelly dropping completely low "Let me make this very simple for you samantha. You are my bitch. Not my lover."
The room went completely still.
No movement. No sound. Just breathing.
Samantha stared at me with a look that sat somewhere between anger and disbelief.
"I have never once called you my woman. I have never promised you romance. I have never asked you for devotion beyond what this was. You are married. You have a son. And you came here anyway. So do not stand in my office and suddenly try to dress this up like it was something softer than it was, when it was not." I said calmly while adjusting the front of my shirt and looking down at the documents again.
Samantha's jaw tightened.
I could see the irritation all over her face now. Good. Better angry than confused.
I lifted the cigar again and placed it between my lips before speaking around it.
"You wanted honesty. There it is." I said flatly.
Samantha let out a breath through her nose and laughed once without humor.
"You really are worse now." She said quietly while taking a breath again to calm herself down.
I took the cigar out of my mouth and said calmly "Yes. I relish in it."
That answer seemed to annoy her even more.
Good. I don't want to be understood, only watched.
I looked back down at the paperwork and tapped the black pen once against the desk.
*Tak*
"Now either help me with this case or leave my office and go be offended somewhere else. Because unlike everybody else in this city, I do not have the luxury of being stupid today." I said calmly while staring down at the address with creased eyebrows.
The office was silent.
The evening light pressed against the glass.
And that ugly address still sat there on the paper like a problem begging to get worse.
…
THE END…