I have to explain...

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs.

Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger right in front of me.

"Jane, you are one stupid detective, I tell you," I know I'm talking to myself, but I'm not going to lie: the tlof tlof was more than amazing; it was spectacular. Although last night was fantastic, today seems like it will be such a drag.

I'm completely worn out. Around two in the morning, Nicholas drove me back to my apartment, where I slept for just four hours. Sincerely, I don't feel like going to work, but if I don't, Armstrong will be on my neck. He even hung up on me when he called yesterday, demanding that I go to the station and defend myself for whatever I may have done. I simply have no choice but to go to work, or else I risk receiving a bloody written warning.

When I got to work, for some reason I started to feel like The President of the United States with all the attention at the station. What's going on, I wonder? I went straight to my desk and sat down. I said, "Hello," to Eric who was seated next to me but he acted like i was not talking to him. "Mxm! I rolled my eyes as I looked at him and murmured, "Suit yourself." He continued to stay silent, and somehow his melancholy behavior crept up on me and got on my nerves. Armstrong called for me just as I was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Eric spoke up out of the blue, "I'm going to love what's to come," I just stared at him and clicked my tongue; I had no idea what he meant.

I approached Armstrong's desk and said, "You called for me. "Sit down," he commanded. Even the most stupid person would be able to tell that I was the reason for this man's negative attitude because he wasn't in a good mood and looked at it.

I'm not going to beat around the bush, I'll just get right to the issue, he declared. This sentence placed me in a bit of a pickle. Sitting on the edge of my seat, I questioned, "And what's the point?"

"Why did you remove evidence from the files that you and your colleague  were working on?" My heart skipped a beat and my breath got heavier as he asked, but I had to keep it under control. I couldn't afford to be that open about myself. I maintained my composure and emotional restraint.

"To be honest with you sir, i dont know what you're talking about." I said, "I'm in the dark." I made an effort to keep my composure and make daring eye contact, but it seemed as though he could see right through me from the way he gazed at me. God! I felt very exposed when seated in the chair.

"You were each working on the documents individually... I believe you may have taken it because there is no longer a picture of the alleged burglar . Do you recognize this guy? Are you keeping him safe". He queried.

"With due respect, sir, you are becoming too accustomed to me. Why on earth would I jeopardize my employment by defending a jerk I hardly even know? You must think so little of me that you could so easily make such a ridiculous assumption about me! In those f*cking files, there was no picture." My breathing was incredibly labored as I threw tremendous rants at him.

He added, "Don't you ever talk to me in that manner again, detective," and continued by claiming that the wife of the detective involved in this case had been working on it before she abruptly vanished. came to the station yesterday to ask about the status of the search for her missing spouse, and that she had a revelation. It turned out that the missing detective had given his wife a picture of a man he thought was the heister before taking it to work to add it to his case file. I would have lost my job and ultimately been arrested for taking evidence, but I was not stupid enough to admit that I had stolen the picture.

Look, I have no knowledge of anything this detective's wife may have told you. I did not take any proof. I stated, "I have no reason to. I'm still keeping my composure no matter what.

"Perhaps before he could present that piece of evidence to the station, the investigator vanished.... I apologize, but I wanted to make sure... You have been fired. He spoke, but he was still giving me a skeptical look.

As I was about to leave his office, I stood up. I said, "Oh, I'm off the case..."  Give it to a dependable detective. Eric will likely like working with a different person as well. Before he could respond, I walked out, smashing the door as I went to my desk.

"How went it?" Eric queried. So now he wants to talk to me. I said, "Ask your dick," and then I got up, grabbed my things, and left. After all that, I was just not in the mood to go to work.

I ran a bubble bath as soon as I came home since I needed one after what had transpired earlier at work. Something came over my head as I sat back and relaxed in my bubble bath. So the wife was aware of the picture, and her husband vanished not long after showing it to her. This place smells fishy. I stated I was talking to myself, but perhaps that's just wishful thinking. Besides, I have no interest in this matter, so there's no reason to scratch my brain over it.

However, although fuzzy, the man in the picture oddly resembles Nicholas . The attire is identical to what Nicholas was wearing when I first encountered him, following his break-in to my home.

Have I turned bad? I pondered this while heaving a long sigh.