Darkness Before Dawn

before I feed her my bullshit. "I don't, actually. I was wondering if you could squeeze me in." I drop my voice as I say the last words, and I swear this girl is about to come in her tight ass pencil skirt.
    She clears her throat as she smooths the front of her skirt. "Well, Mr. Lewis is a very busy man, Mr. Murphy. His morning is booked. His next client should be here in ten minutes. He won't be happy with me if I squeezed you in," she replies breathlessly.
    I walk toward her and lean on the desk and ask, "Are you sure about that?"
    With great effort, I don't cringe at her shiver or the strong perfume that consumes the airways as I stand so close to her. Blake rarely wears perfume and when she shivers, my cock instantly starts twitching. This bleach blond Barbie look alike is just not Blake...and the perfume she wears makes her smell like an old lady.
    "I'll...umm...see what I can do, Mr. Murphy," she replies, flustered.
    I grin again, wondering if it looks genuine or more like a grimace before turning back to the waiting area when she picks up her phone and makes the call.
    "Mr. Murphy, you may go inside," she says right before I sit down.
    "Thank you, Miss—"
    "Tanner," she replies huskily.
    "Miss Tanner, you have a good day, now."
    When I get to Mark's door, I don't knock. I just push it open and walk straight toward him.
    "Mark. What the fuck?" I bite out.
    He rolls his eyes dramatically, and I swear I'm going to punch the motherfucker today.
    "Cole," he says flatly. "What a surprise."
    I slam my fists on his desk. "Do you think this is a fucking game? My fucking girlfriend has been missing for almost a month. The cops won't even look for her anymore. I have no help, I'm about to meet my long-lost fucking parents because I'm that damn desperate. So I'll ask you again, what the fuck do you know?" I growl.
    He takes a deep breath. "You're going to meet your parents? Cole..."
    "Don't even think about giving me your advice," I grind out.
    He closes his eyes and rubs his forehead. "Cole, the people that are involved in this are big time. I can't have this conversation," he says as he looks around making a face at me.
    I crinkle my eyebrows. "What the fuck does that mean?"
    Mark stands up quickly, making his chair fly behind him and hit the glass wall.
    "Listen, Cole, I know you're pissed, sad, and scared. Trust me, I am too, but it doesn't give you the right to disrespect your fucking godfather. I suggest you shut the fuck up, and go take a fucking walk. I'm going to lunch in five minutes. We'll talk about this when you've calmed down."
    As he says this, he's stalking toward me. He grabs my arm and pulls me toward the door. He's fucking kicking me out. This asshole thinks he's going to kick me out? Is he fucking crazy? I snap my arm from his and push him off me. I can tell it's taking a lot for him not to push me back. I decide that I'm going to wait for him to leave on his little lunch break for his meeting, and I'm going to follow him around until he tells me what he knows. Fuck. This.
    I push past him and walk out. I hear his footsteps behind me, but I refuse to look back. I walk toward the elevators and hear Miss Blondie say my name, but I don't turn around. When the doors open, I step in, and Mark steps in behind me. The doors close.
    "Dickhead, did it ever occur to you, that maybe, I'm being fucking recorded and I can't talk about certain things in my office?" Mark asks angrily.
    I narrow my eyes at him. "Does that mean you're gonna answer my fucking questions?"
    "Yes, asshole. I'll take you to lunch, but I swear, you disrespect me again, and I'm going to teach you some fucking manners."
    I rub my face with my hands. My beard is itchy and hot and I fucking hate it. I know Blake would hate it, but I'm not shaving until I find her. Even if I start to look like Santa Claus, or Jesus. I'm not fucking shaving.
    "I would apologize, but you're past pushing my fucking limits, Lewis."
    We take a cab to a little Irish pub. From the outside, it looks shitty. I'd never noticed it before, and I drive by here often enough.
    "How long has this shit hole been here? Is it even open?" I ask, confused.
    Mark shakes his head. "I wouldn't bring you for lunch if it was closed. And it's not a shit hole."
    Inside, the place is nice. The booths are kept up, there's a huge bar in the center of the place, a stage across from it, a dance floor in front of that. Foo Fighters are blaring through the speakers.
    "Shit, this place is actually