A Picture of Murder

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I’m like your typical person, almost like one anyhow. I run the same schedule every day. Each day I get up precisely at 4:30 am. I shower, brush my teeth, wash my face and do my hair.

I have breakfast by five and have to make sure I’m out of the house by 5:30. To ensure I make it to work before 6:15 and before my boss walked through the door. He was a demanding asshole that wanted shit done to please him. I had to make sure that his coffee and breakfast were waiting on him when he came through his office door.

In case anyone is wondering, I’m a personal assistant to a jackass lawyer name Rafael Taggart, and my name is Danielle Addams. Okay, a little about myself I always wanted to be a personal assistant; I just didn’t think I would end up with the devil himself.

Besides that, I’m a mother to a wonderful little one-year little boy name Jaiden and live with my longtime boyfriend, Cameron. I’m twenty-six, he’s twenty-nine, and we have been together since I was eighteen. Also, I live in Savannah, Georgia.

Today wasn’t any different than any other day. I woke at 4:15 this morning and decided to get ready a little earlier than usual. Before going to shower, I went to check on my little man. Who was still sleeping, so I laid a soft kiss on his little forehead before going back to my room to shower.

“Babe, you up early,” Cameron said, sitting up the bed with a small smile. I knew what he was thinking.

Cameron swears I love my job more than I loved him and our son, but that wasn’t true. If it weren’t for this job, we wouldn’t have what we have now. Yeah, Cameron had a job, and he worked three days on, two days off, and so on but didn’t make as much money as I do.

“Not really, Cam. It just fifteen minutes early.”

“Call out sick today. It’s my day off, and I would like to spend it with my beautiful girlfriend.”

There is goes he never referred me as anything else. Girlfriend for eight years, then he wanted to complain about her working too much.

“I can’t, Cam. Mr. Taggart has a big case today, and he needs me there to help him. You know this. I told you already. Three times since last week.”

“Yeah, is that or either you fucking the white asshole you swear you hate so fucking much?”

I sighed, throwing up my arms, walking to the bathroom door stopping before I entered, turning back to Cameron.

“I’m not doing this with you. I told you nothing is going on between Mr. Taggart and me. Take it how you like it, but I have to go to work, and I’m twenty-minutes behind, so I guess that means no breakfast for me. Make sure Jaiden eats, please.”

“Don’t tell me how to take care of my fucking son.”

This was almost every morning between the two of us. I should leave, but he was great to our son and sometimes to me. About an hour in a half later, I was on my way to work as I made a quick stop by the local coffee shop to pick up Mr. Taggart’s coffee and breakfast and to get me some too.

I was a little late. Still, no one was there, so I quickly made my way to my office, dropping off my sandwich then hurrying to Mr. Taggart’s office. I noticed his door was ajar. Something this man never did was leave his door open whether he was in it or not.

I hesitate but still walked in, unsure of what I would find. To my surprise, Mr. Taggart was sitting at his desk in the dark, and from the looks of it, he was asleep.

“Mr. Taggart, did you pull an all nighter, sir?”

Nothing... I was looking for the man to scream, get the fuck out of my office, or what the fuck are you doing but nothing. Making me inch closer to him, but before reaching him, I slipped in something on the floor, causing me to fall flat on my ass.

“What the... OH MY GOD, BLOOD! MR. TAGGART, ARE YOU OKAY?” I screamed as I grabbed the arm of his chair and his body fell on the floor inches from me.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing my boss dead on the floor. What the hell was going on? Who would want to kill him? Hell, I know he was a jackass, but he was a damn good lawyer.

Was it someone he helped put away, and was they coming after me next? So many things were running through my head. One thing for sure was I needed to call the cops and his wife. They all needed to know he was dead that something terrible happened. Without thinking, I ran back to my desk, picking up my phone, dialing 911, sitting thinking to myself until I saw the first cop walk in.

“Are you the one that discovered the body?” He asked, and I shook my head, looking down at my hand, watching them shake with Mr. Taggart’s bloodstain on them.

“Yes... Who would do something like this? Why leave him here for me to find h-him.”

For a long moment, the man stared at me then turned, going over to Mr. Taggart’s office, leaving me alone once again. It wasn’t long before another cop walked into my office, taking the seat across from my desk, staring at me evilly.

“Ms. Addams, can you tell me how you found Mr. Taggart’s body this morning?”

“I was going to place h-his coffee and b-breakfast on his desk. I-I noticed his door was open. It was a little unusual, but I think he left in a hurry last night or something. H-he was s-sitting at his desk I-I thought he was sleeping. I-I thought he was sleeping...”

“Did Mr. Taggart often stay the night here?”

The cop asked, cutting me off, making me look up at his cocky look. I know he wasn’t trying to say I was sleeping with the man.

“Sometimes he does. There’s a bedroom in his office if he pulled an all nightery. Why?”

“I think you need you, to be honest with me, Ms. Addams were you sleeping with Mr. Taggart?”

“WHAT!? NO! Mr. Taggart was my boss that is all nothing more and nothing less. Why would you ask me something like that?”

He slowly places a silver letter opener on my desk in an evidence bag, sliding it over to me. It was a Christmas gift Mr. Taggart gave me the year before last.

“This here has your initials on it, does it not?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that I killed him.”

The man hummed, placing another item on the desk with my initials tilting his head over to the side, waiting for my reaction.

“This is yours too. Am I right? Wait...wait,” He said, holding up his hand. “Both these were gifts from Mr. Taggart. See this here. To Danielle with all my love.”

“He put that on all the gifts that he gifted us, not only me. Just because you found my letter opener and glass butterfly he gifted me in his office doesn’t mean shit. I found him dead. Would I call you and stayed here if I kill him. I just came into the office. You can check.”

Quickly I went to my computer going straight for the security which off something they office has never done.


“You know this was used to murder Mr. Taggart. I’m betting if we put your prints and the prints off this letter opener, it will match.”

My head shot up; this couldn’t be fucking happening. Someone was framing me. Why? What did I do so bad that someone needed to frame me?

“I didn’t do this.”

“That is what they all said, Ms. Addams.”

“But I didn’t.”

“We will let the evidence tell that.”

The cop stood pulling out his handcuff, motioning me to stand, which I did as I started to turn, but he stopped.

“It’s fine for your hands to be in front of you. Ms. Addams, you are the right to remain silent...”

“Officer, I didn’t do this p-please.”

He sighed, placing the cuffs on my hand looking down at her with an unreadable look as he sighed again.

“I know that is what you are saying, but the evidence is saying something different, Ms. Addams. Please let me finish. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you.”

All I could do was nod and cry as he walked me out of the office with all my co-workers staring and scratching their heads in disbelief.

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