“Unfortunately, the door lock will not be scared of you, Miss Eleanor the great. How does the commissioner idea seem about now?” She continued to ignore his existence, as she fished for something on her head, retrieving two bobby pins from her bun. Roth watched in confusion, and it wasn’t until she bent the head of one pin using her teeth and inserted it in the door lock that he realized what she was doing, his eyes widening. “You’re picking the lock?” His voice unconsciously dropped to a furious whisper. “Yes,” She replied to him this time, not bothering to look up even now, “I don’t take a no from anyone, not even door locks.” Roth forcefully removed her hands from the lock, sending one of the pins flying, and pinned her against the walls opposite to the office, “Are you crazy? I don’t know about you but I have a name out there in the world. Do you have any idea what will become of my reputation if someone ever finds out I was involved in some kind of breaking in because of the
It had been three days since they had not heard from Tristan. Today, Roth had decided to go out, still waiting for an update on Tristan from the officials he was acquainted with. The number of calls from Eleanor had way over surpassed triple digits, but Roth still picked every time because she gave him a new idea. Yet, nothing seemed to work, perhaps because Roth’s brain was not working. Ever since he had found out who that piece of cheque belonged to, his thinking abilities had been numbed. He was driving around mindlessly, having taken the car from the chauffeur. Tristan not being there was impacting everything in his life. Never had he thought that Tristan had become this important to him. For the first time in his life, Roth Dimitri had spent an entire weekend at home, alone. And for the first time he had called a day off from his work. He knew, with a sinking feeling inside his chest, that he would not be able to function until he had received any news about Tristan. The weig
“Hello, Roth Dimitri speaking,” His business voice came out, making him sound like an entirely different person than who had been sitting there with Eleanor for the past hour. Whatever he heard on the other end of the line made him sit right up, his eyes opening wide, as he squealed, snapping out of his usual etiquette, “Really? Oh, Thank God!” Eleanor waited for him to finish the call, her heart beating fast. After he hung up, she looked at him questioningly, her ears eager to hear the words come out of his mouth, and he didn’t disappoint. Unable to speak for a minute, he nodded frantically, biting his lower lip to hold back happy tears. She made no such attempt however and broke into tears, letting out a heavy relieved sigh, “Take me to him.” She pleaded. “They have just retrieved him, he would not be in the best shape. Why don’t you go back to your class and meet him tomorrow?” Having lost all interest in Eleanor and the conversation, he just seemed eager to drive off now. She
“If you ever dare to do that again, I will kill you before those kidnappers do,” Roth sat on his other side, saying furiously. “And I will help him do that,” Eleanor said just as furiously, holding up a warning finger. Tristan tried to look scared, “No, no, I was just saying how happy I am to see both of my best friends get along.” Eleanor folded back her finger and Roth sunk back into his place, with a grin, “Just wait till you hear what a little rascal your sophisticated little Miss Eleanor Psychology is.” Tristan watched both of them with a peaceful smile, listening to Roth tell him Eleanor’s lock-picking and Eleanor telling him about how Roth had been scared of getting caught. x - x - xRoth had taken the doctor’s advice for Tristan’s bed-rest pretty seriously, so now everything from his meal to tissue papers were delivered to him on bed. Tristan had rolled his eyes the last time his nurse had handed him the tissue paper from his nightstand when he had as much as made a face l
It was the first Friday evening in his life that Roth Dimitri had spent not in the studio. Tristan was with Eleanor in the room, and Roth was in his own room, giving them some privacy, and he hated it. He had gotten so used to being with Tristan the whole week that now he did not like even a moment of being away from him. He missed Tristan’s company. He thought of what they would be doing right now if Tristan was well. They would be in the studio, recording their secret show. He remembered Craig and started to feel that familiar sensation of guilt. For some reason, Roth blamed himself for Tristan’s kidnap, because he was the one who had brought Craig into Tristan’s life. And he knew that he was somewhat, even indirectly, linked to Craig’s feelings of resentment for Tristan. But, thankfully, now Tristan was found. A soft smile spread on Roth’s face remembering Tristan’s expression when he had finally seen Roth for the first time after being retrieved. His smile faded as soon as he
Eleanor could not come over during the week and therefore she made up for it on the weekend, and Tristan did not complain, because he liked her company. Just now, she had finished yet another tale from her college that had made Tristan double over in laughter. Tristan felt liberated when she was around - his mind not consumed by the usual worries or thoughts of Roth. She kept him so widely engaged with herself that he forgot all of his problems for a while. It was getting late and she had asked Tristan several times if he was hungry, but he was waiting for Roth. He had all of his meals with Roth for the past week and he thought it would be nice if they all ate together. After waving her off by saying he is not hungry a couple of times, he told her the truth. “So, can you please call Roth?” Tristan looked at her expectantly.“Why, of course!” She said after a brief moment of contemplation, getting up to make it out of the room. “You can just call him using your phone,” He called be
His phone was almost out of battery as he played the message from Eleanor, from three hours ago. He panicked as he recalled that he was not supposed to leave the house while Tristan was on bedrest. Would Eleanor still be there keeping him company?There were more voice messages from Eleanor but his phone died before he could play them. Roth tightly closed his eyes and then opened them again before shaking his head, trying to shake off the previous night from him - no use crying over spilt milk now. He called Eleanor from the car phone, which thankfully she picked up on the third ring. After telling her the story that she had fed Tristan, she told him that she had left immediately after dinner and that Tristan had not eaten properly or taken his medication. He thanked her for handling the situation well, and drove to his mansion after ordering Tristan’s favorite treats and buying a movie to watch later with him. He would make it up to Tristan, and Tristan would undoubtedly give in, n
“Roth, did you go to the company yesterday?” Tristan asked, his eyes not leaving Roth’s face for a second. Roth stood up right at that question. From the angle that Tristan was at, he got a clear view of the movement in Roth’s throat as he swallowed saliva. Then he nodded, but he had to clear his throat before speaking, “Yes, Tristan, where else would I go?” Roth let out a dry and weak chuckle. Tristan looked at him for a while, trying to search for something on his face, then he too, nodded, that hurt look of betrayal evident in his eyes like he was expecting a different answer, as Roth looked back at him with confusion. Tristan pulled out his phone from his pocket and flashed that video that someone had taken of Roth in that bar and uploaded online, in front of his face, “Don’t bother coming up with any more lies to cover this one.” Tristan’s voice seemed to be breaking at the end, but he tightly pursed his lips together, glaring at Roth with red eyes. And Roth? His whole world