Chapter 6 Chapter 6
Selena
“Have a lovely day.”
I bowed to the barista with a lovely smile then walked out of the little coffee shop to my car at the front.
With the money given by the mysterious lady, I had purchased a used Mercedes SUV.
T&M was a high-standard company and I wasn't about to work there being looked down on.
The past week has been busy. Busy with Josh and me moving into the new apartment, which was twenty minutes away from his college. And Josh won't stop asking for the originator of the money. Everything about working in T&M sounded suspicious to him.
I knew he wasnt okay with me joining the company, but he never voiced it.
I stopped a few blocks away from the company, allowing my eyes to take in the building which I will now call my workplace.
It was majestic, its sleek modern architecture rose to the sky.
I didn't belong here. A place surrounded by dark webs.
I allowed the breath that I didn't know I was holding sip out, my eyes went down to my outfit.
I had purchased new clothes, something not expensive but classy not to be looked down on.
It was going to be fine.
It was just a company.
Well, a bloody mafia company, where I was given a death task.
‘The people at T&M were different. You are literally walking into the devil's domain.’
I bit my lips at the voice from my head.
But there was no going back now.
I drive into the parking space, stepping out with my bag, and my cup of coffee.
My eyes moved around the highway, relief washing over me at the silences that grace the space. Just like I wanted, I’d arrived thirty minutes earlier to get used to
everything. Now I just needed to sit on the floor to
wait for the receptionist just like I was asked.
But what I wasn't expecting was for the elevator to open, to reveal a huge man, twice my size, standing in front of me, his gaze and stance deadly, predatory as he gazed at me like I was an ant way below him.
I was indeed below him though.
I swallowed, my lips widening slowly to flash him a smile.
Just what the fuck was going on?
“Good morning,”
I bowed slightly, the little space at his side enticing, and I didn't hesitate to move towards it to escape from whatever he was imposing.
“Ms Selena.”
I stopped at the deep voice. How does he know my name?
“You are indeed Ms Selena, boss-assigned assistant.” His gaze whipped down, then up my body. Accessing and suddenly the little confidence I had built over the week over the clothes I had brought vanished under his gaze of fine-tailored suits.
The boss has to be Theodore as I was only his assistant.
“Yes..yes.” I stuttered, closing my eyes and pushing down the overwhelming anxiety.
“Yes, I’m the newly assigned assistant and you are?” I inquired, hoping I hadn't created a first impression already.
“Follow me.”
Just like that?
I’m left speechless as he entered the elevator, leaving my question unanswered.
It wasn't something new to be ignored by people like him. All mighty, looking down on others. But that wasn't going to stop me from asking my questions again.
I entered the elevator after him, making my way behind him, because there was no way I would stand at his front, allowing his eyes to crawl down on me.
“Hm,” I coughed a little. My gaze fixated on his broad back.
“Where are we going? Is there a place I should visit? Who are you? From your words, you said boss, does that mean Mr…”
He turned back and his glare was directed at my forehead, clawping my mouth shut.
“We are going for a meeting in another country, and I’ll be taking you. Everyone is already there.” His eyes held
a terrifying gaze, something that says not to ask questions anymore questions before he turned.
I swallowed. It was just a meeting anyway.
But what country?
Thought filled my head as I joined him in his car.
But I should have known it wasn't just a meeting judging by how early it was, and how he had driven to a place I wasn't familiar with.
I’d followed him stair after stair without questioning him. And something should have clicked for me when he suddenly opened a door leading to a large roof.
My mouth widened, threatening to scrape the floor at the view in front of me.
A jet loomed at the far end, its wheels spinning in the air.
Instead of joy, panic washed over me, my fingers clutching at my skirt. What if, just what if I was being taken to somewhere else?
“You are not going to keep standing there now, we are late.”
I snapped my head to look at the guard. He was already inside. His shape gazes at me.
I should call home. Call Josh. He had probably been in class already, still, I should call…
The guard's brow drew together, his eyes almost turning to slit.
And I found myself entering the jet.
The journey to wherever we were heading should be enjoyable.
I have never ridden a jet before, but I couldn't bring myself to enjoy it. And when it stopped, my heart only tightened in fear, my skin crawling at the place we landed.
It was freezing.
A penthouse stood in the snow, and beside it was a little tent, and that was all I could see.
No sign of life.
“What is this place?” I asked, watching his head, trying to make up what was happening.
A chill swept through me and I shivered, rubbing my hands on my skirt.
“Inside the penthouse is where the meeting is being held. Please step down.”
“What?” I yelled immediately.
What was going on here? It couldn't be..
Worry.
I dart my gaze around. The whole scene is insane and dreadful.
“What country are we in? What are we going to do here?”
I should call someone.
He scowled. “ Meeting. And if you don't want to get down, I’ll take you back to the company then you messed up on your first day of work.”
I bit my lips. I couldn't let that.
But what if I was being delivered to be sold here, because who holds a meeting in such a freaking place?
I hesitated, then stepped down.
But it was a wrong move as the guard took off.
“Hey!” I ran after it, stopping when I noticed how far it was.
I darted around, allowing the reality to sink in. I sneezed.
This wasn't happening. I wasn't just dumped in the middle of this cold freezing place and left alone.
I dropped my bag, taking my phone out to call someone, the cops. I wasn't going to die here.
But maybe I was, because in the middle of this place, there was no signal–a deadzone. My heart skipped, my lips cold.
“It wasn't bad. It wasn't.” I muttered. I could still go into the house.
The guard had said people were inside.
I walked to the penthouse. My body was freezing at each step it took me to reach the door. With a heart-wrenching sigh, I knocked twice.
No answer.
My brows knitted.
I didn't want to think of it. Think of the possibility that he lied, and I was truly at my end.
“Hello, is anyone here?” I knocked again, and again till my knuckles hurt, my lips clashed in cold, my leg freezing.