Omniscient narrative

A black jeep parked right at the front of the station, painted blue.

She walked as fast as her feet could carry her, heading towards the man who greeted her.

“Welcome, officer,” his hands raised towards his head while his other arm folded into a fist.

“Thank you, Moses,” she replied, and the rest followed suit.

“You look happier today, officer,” a feminine voice greeted while Melody waved her hands.

Lately, she had just been promoted because of how well she performed her job.

Everyone is supposed to be rewarded for their hard work.

Melody entered the director’s office, bowing her head while looking at him.

“And what reasonable instructions would you give me that would be enough to give me a well-profitable excuse,” he paused for a while, staring at the clock.

“Sir…!” Melody was about to say something but suddenly had hiccups as she walked towards the windows to get some fresh air.

It didn't seem like coughs; they were hiccups.

She hadn't drunk water from home until she got to the office.

“Okay, so… The thing is, I was…”

“Can you speak on time, Melody,” Alfred, her boss, banged his hands against the table, waiting patiently for her to talk.

The office of boss Alfred was one of a kind, a simple place with just a nice table and a chair where his activities took place.

“I was attacked by the criminal today, I mean Antonio,” Melody said in a rush, her hands folded across her back while she stared at the floor.

“What do you mean you were attacked by him?” Officer Alfred asked. Alfred could be quite a boss sometimes; most times, he already got the message but always wanted more clarifications.

Like… What do you expect from a 60-year-old man with grey hair? He adjusted his glasses as his eyes leaned on the report he had been reading before Melody barged in.

“I mean… Antonio attacked me on the road on my way to the police station,” she spoke once again, this time her voice was as bold as ever before, not shaking, but steady.

“Hmm, then I guess I would have to assign you teammates. I thought you could handle it well since you had been promoted to a higher level,” she dropped her hands on the desk, trying to find the perfect words to say before she finally spoke.

“No, boss, I can handle the case properly, I promise,” she closed her eyes, blinking rapidly as sweat trickled down her chin.

“Melody, it's like you have forgotten that our job isn't about promises; our job is to catch criminals,” Alfred banged his fists on the table, closing his laptop with a bang.

“Boss, I didn't forget; I just couldn't catch him,” her voice was in a low tone, and she was about to give up.

It seemed Alfred wasn't actually going to believe her lie.

Not now!

Not ever!

“Do you think it is actually okay if you continue like this? I mean, you have been on this case for a week or so. Let me assign you teammates who would help you. You guys can work together and catch the criminal,” Alfred said while walking towards the coffee maker.

“What type of coffee do you prefer, black or creamy?” He asked Melody, clicking the two mugs together.

“Creamy, sir,” Melody responded slightly, staring at Alfred, who didn't seem to spare her a glance.

“Antonio is not like every other criminal; he has his tricky ways,” Melody insisted, staring at her boss with all inconvenience.

“What ways, Melody?” Alfred demanded adamantly, but she wasn't willing to talk.

How would she even tell her boss? She was involved with a criminal. How would she even tell her boss that the tricky ways he had were the ways he made her moan in sexual frustration?

She sat down, her legs crossed, slowly sipping her coffee.

“I will catch him, sir,” she insisted, staring at Alfred.

“I'm not pleased with you, Melody. I gave you sources, every nook and cranny in which he hid, and you are still unable to find him. That's confusing,” Alfred muttered.

“The only reason why you are pressuring me into this case is that the states have been bothering you about this man. We both know that.”

Alfred was just a rank higher than Melody, though they could talk in informal ways, but most times they kept it formal and polite.

“We both know it is not easy to catch a criminal,” she said, bowing her head in confusion.

“It hasn't been easy trying to catch this criminal. I found his hideout, but I didn't find him, and then suddenly he pops up in front of me this morning,” she paused for a while, dropping the cup of coffee she held between her fingers on the table.

“You need to take it easy with me, Alfred, please,” she begged him, staring at him in a way that Alfred couldn't deny.

“But you know the states are on this matter; you need to find him fast. It has never taken you this long to find a criminal,” he stated.

However, how would Melody tell him? It wasn't taking her long; that this she was into would cost her everything.

Her career!

Her job!

Her life!

Even though her principles had been broken, she was involved with a man who was supposed to be behind bars. Which morally inclined person would hear that and be happy?

“I would work on it, sir,” she repeated while staring at Alfred.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket as she picked it up.

“Hello, Grace,” she signaled, waiting for a response.

“Kelvin had an accident; it was fatal,” she said, and Melody almost dropped the call.

Kelvin had an accident? She had to go, and it was now.

Melody rushed towards the door, about to open it.

“Melody, where do you think you are going?” Alfred questioned.

“I will update you about the criminal, sir,” she left the office immediately.

The truth was she was never going to update her boss because she enjoyed the criminal’s fucks.