Simon didn't want to return to work. Ever since she'd been freed from her captivity she didn't feel up to investigating anything. She sat at her desk, looking at her computer's monitor in a bit of a fugue. No one said anything bad to her, nor did anyone imply anything bad about her, but she couldn't shake the feeling everyone was talking about her behind her back. That people were whispering about her connection to the dangerous Trezlan Lorentino. How had he found her? What did he want for freeing her? He hadn't said. He just let her go and didn't speak at all. Which just left Simon wondering what if anything he would eventually come for. So it didn't come as a huge surprise when her first call of the day was Trezlan Lorentino.
"You can't call me here." Simon was terrified, it was a video call everyone could see him if they came by.
"I can call you wherever I want Simon, I own you."
"You don't own me."
"I believe differently Detective, if not for me you'd be dead or worse, I saved you, I did not do it out of the kindness of my heart." His voice was cold and demanding, the kind of authority you use when you know the other person can't say no.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing, for now, but know this Simon, you're now mine, and in time I'll collect." The feed winked out and Simon cursed her rotten luck. She had never been dirty, but now because of that damned necromancer she was effectively dirty. She sighed and just sat in stunned silence not knowing what to do, which is probably what Trezlan Lorentino wanted.
***
"You are never going to ask for that woman's help are you?" Valrym had come back from wherever he went without Trezlan, Trezlan never asked because Val never asked what he did by himself either.
"Nope, I mean never say never, but eh what good is a detective to me on a planet I probably won't go back to? This is more just me screwing with someone because I can."
"You're so awful."
"Thank you Val, now on to that arms deal..."
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