- •Reapers, Inc. - Brigit's Cross Prologue
- •1: The Day the Sky Fell
- •2: Things Broken
- •3: Stalked
- •4: Someone to Watch Over
- •5: The Bleecker Street Café
- •6: The Reaper’s Field Guide
- •7: Training Day
- •8: Explanations
- •9: Organizing the Organization
- •10: The Queen That Never Was
- •11: Bobby Hooper
- •12: Moving On
- •13: A Wish to Forget
- •14: For the Love of Dillon
- •15: Seamus Flannery
- •16: Dealings
- •17: Assigned with Seamus
- •18: Reaping the Chupacabras
- •19: Decisions
- •20: Mama Dee
- •21: Belinda Yaris
- •22: Seamus on Fire
- •23: The Reaper’s Apprentice
- •24: Mr. Blackwick’s Discoveries
- •25: Edmund j. Polly
- •26: The Confabulating Irishman
- •27: Brigit’s Side
- •28: Fascination
- •29: Mama Dee, Part II
- •30: Maggie
- •31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
- •32: The Heaviness of it All
- •33: The Break
- •34: Back in the Swing
- •35: Hearing Matilda Sing
- •36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
33: The Break
Brigit had returned to the office as promised after spending a few more days watching over Maggie. To her surprise, the office was empty. As she searched the smaller offices, she felt her confusion growing. She had expected to, at the least, find John there with the hope of being given some assignments right away so that she could get back into the swing of things.
Yet, the offices were empty…
“I could use a cup of coffee anyway,” she said out loud as she turned out of John’s office and began to walk back to the main entrance of 666 ½ Bleecker Street. It was a true thought. She had not had any coffee in almost a month now and the thought of a cup of Giuseppe’s brew had suddenly become quite the craving within her.
She was surprised to see them all there. John, Belinda, Seamus and Mama Dee had occupied a large table in the middle of the café. They were conversing cheerfully; Brigit noted as she entered the café and exchanged a nodded greeting with Edmund J. Polly. John was the first to see her come in.
“Brigit! Good, we were just wondering if you would find us,” he greeted. “Come, join us.”
“Here, baby, sit next to me,” Mama Dee instructed as she began to scoot her own seat closer to Belinda.
Brigit caught the firmness of her friend’s tone and obediently stepped to take the space Mama Dee had indicated. Seamus Flannery was sitting across the table. Mama Dee, Brigit guessed, was just being protective even though Brigit was sure the old woman knew nothing of the strained relationship she shared with Seamus. If Mama was aware of it, she had not heard it from Brigit.
“What is everyone doing here?” Brigit asked as a large hand bearing a large mug suddenly glided over her shoulder. The aroma that greeted her senses made her smile as she looked up into the face of Giuseppe Cincotta.
“Welcome back,” he greeted in his deep baritone voice.
“Thank you, Giuseppe,” Brigit replied.
“We decided to take a break,” Belinda piped up in response to Brigit’s question. “John says we’re close to catching up and we deserved a break.”
“Aye,” Seamus added as he eyed Brigit. “We’ve been working like mad to make up for the shortage of staff.” Brigit paused in mid-sip of her coffee to meet his glare. He had oiled his words carefully, but she had caught their meaning all the same.
“I apologize for the inconvenience my absence may have caused you, Mr. Flannery,” Brigit said evenly.
She had hoped for more sarcasm, but in a way, she was glad it came out as it did. It was a blanket apology for everything. There would be no fight today. Seamus flinched slightly with her reply. It was barely a movement, but Brigit had seen it and she saw the fires of anger light in the Irishman’s emerald eyes. He knew she had seen it.
“I think I need to get back to work,” Seamus suddenly said after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence danced in the space between them.
“What? I thought you said you were caught up for the day?” Belinda protested as Seamus rose from his chair. Brigit looked at the girl as she detected notes of disappointed surprise in her voice.
“I just remembered something,” Seamus lied. “I’ll see ye back at the office,” he muttered before stalking out of the café. Belinda looked down into the contents of the cup before her. Disappointment shone clearly on her face though she remained silent.
“At any rate,” John finally spoke, acting as though they were resuming a conversation that had been rudely interrupted. “How are things with you?”
“Everything is fine,” Brigit answered. “So, we’re really close to being caught up? What happened with the Bailey?”
Brigit listened intently as John related the going ons of the office during her absence. Seamus had returned to reaping the harder assignments that were his department. The Bailey had been put on strict orders to deliver the new files himself every evening. Brigit felt Mama Dee shudder beside her and looked at her friend in questioning confusion.
“I don’t like him,” Mama responded. Brigit suppressed the urge to laugh out loud before returning her attention to John.
“I’m hoping that if he is delivering our workload himself that it will slow him down and give us the opportunity to catch up – not to mention beginning to lay the foundations for new offices around the world,” John explained.
“I can see the logic in that,” Brigit agreed. “And what about you, Belinda? How do you like the firm?” Her former protégé looked up from the contents of her mug and shrugged in half-reply.
“It’s cool,” she said somewhat apathetically. Brigit left her attention on Belinda as John lauded the young woman’s accomplishments over the last month. Belinda had secured the new and permanent position as the official record keeper of Reaper’s, Inc. The praise, Brigit noted, seemed not to affect the Goth girl as she let her bright blue eyes return to the contents of her cup.
“What are you drinking?” Brigit asked when John had finished talking.
“Hot cocoa,” Belinda sighed.
“John,” Brigit formed the question in her mind and the head Reaper immediately nodded in agreement. Without another word, he scooped Belinda’s cup from the table and headed to the bar to refill it for her. Surprised, Belinda looked after him and then to the two women that were looking back at her in earnest.
“Why did he do that?”
“I asked him to,” Brigit replied. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing, why? And how did you ask him to? You didn’t say anything I didn’t hear you say anything,” Belinda pointed out.
“Don’t change the subject,” Brigit instructed.
“You have been acting all melancholy lately. Mr. John, he gives you a pat on the back and you just shrug it off,” Mama Dee pointed out. “I think you’re distracted by something.”
“I’m not distracted,” Belinda denied.
“Belinda, we’re not jumping on your case,” Brigit said gently. “We’re concerned. Sometimes, a girl just needs to talk it out.”
“I think she’s in love,” Mama Dee declared, before picking up her own coffee cup.
“I am not,” Belinda suddenly looked surprised at the old woman’s accusation. The slight blush rising in her pale cheeks betrayed her.
“At any rate,” Brigit pushed the denial aside as she watched the color flood her protégé’s face. “We’re a family. If you need to talk,”
“I’ll let you know,” Belinda interrupted with a sigh. The blush, however, remained.
“I still think she’s in love,” Mama persisted.
“Is all well?”
The three women at the table looked up to find John Blackwick beside them. A fresh cup of cocoa was in his hand. Brigit exchanged one last glance with Belinda, seeking reassurance that the younger woman was indeed all right. She grew more concerned when Belinda looked away.
“It’s as well as it can be,” Brigit sighed.
“Good!” John slid the refreshed cup of cocoa before the Goth girl and resumed his seat. “Brigit, I think we need to discuss further plans for the firm and develop a strategy for increasing productivity.”
“John, I’ve only been back a few minutes,” Brigit laughed. “I thought you were taking a break?” John looked at her in surprise as her words sank in on him. Finally, he allowed a slight smile to emerge across his thin lips.
“You’re right. Business can wait a bit longer, eh?”