Needy, Needlessly
"I need the need to be needed by the needy, needlessly." The strange email sent a chill down his spine. The subject was quite provocative: "Read it Loud." What was it? A threat? A warning? Or a mere joke? The sender's name appeared quite fancy: Diandra Preston. As a former investigator, he could match names to possible personalities. And Diandra gave his intuition a boss-lady vibe: confident, bold, and sexy. 80% of the time, he was right, so much so that it had cost him his job. One need not be so truthful all the time. That was what he had figured out after whatever had happened. But for now, he had to focus on the mail, and he decided to ignore it. Too much curiosity was not good for him. Not anymore. Working at a security office had been better now. He was offered a top-tier position, but he chose to be at a lower rank. It was his choice, as he did not want to compromise his peace. So much decision-making, so much responsibility. Nah, he didn't need it. ...