Love Made Her - Episode 10

 

The next day...
Veronica opened her eyes and noticed she was tied up to a chair. Her fore-head bled and her hands were tied to the back of a chair, her legs were tied together and her mouth was sealed up with an ash colored tape. The ceiling fan spun a little fast, making the blue light in the room seem to disappear and appear. Fear gripped her by the heart when her eyes finally opened, she started screaming but all her noise only seemed like a noisy groan . All she noticed after was that her groaning was reverberating she then knew she must either be in a tunnel or in a room made like a vacuum. Questions swam through her mind with fear as its rowing stick. "Why am I here? Is this the work of one of our competitors so as to weaken the firm profitability? What the f*ck do they just want from me? Or do they want to use me as leverage on the company? That’s not going to work!” 
She was heavily drenched in sweat, soaked to a point that that it was dripping from her face like rainfall even though she was under a spinning ceiling fan. She struggled, trying to forcefully separate her hands from the back of her chair.

"Oh! Baby blonde, you don't have to do that", John said as he entered the room with a golf stick on his hands and Kendrick at his back, having his hands folded as he followed him.
"I thought I told you to increase the intensity of this fan for our visitor dumb-ass!?" He frowned at Kendrick.
"Now you've gotten our guest soaked in her own sweat" he smiled at scornfully and then gave him a slap.

"What do you want from me? Why am I here?" She asked after Kendrick walked-up to her and removed the tape, she looked up and gasped heavily. 
"I guess our guest has no time to waste. Well I think the question you should be asking is, who are you first? ’Cause if you know who I am, other things you ask would then be possibly answered by you yourself" he swung his golf as if he was playing an imaginary ball

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. She bent her head downwards, her spine ached and her muscles stifled.

"Well I am John Hughes, I’m sure you would have heard that name on several news headlines and especially Forbes magazine's recent rating as the number seven richest man in this whole damn big-miniature world of ours." he said as he closed an eye and acted like he was playing an imaginary ball into an imaginary hole. 

"Five golden-stars hotel in Dubai, First-class Estate in the heart of England, Five Wine distilleries In France, and the biggest refinery owner in North Korea, not to mention my oil refinery under construction in Calabar, Nigeria", John added placing the stick on his shoulder as he walked round her, throwing his hands into the air as if he was showing her imaginary pictures of his words. 
"Now that's what the world knows baby blonde, fact is, no one f*cks with me unless he or she had signed a death warrant with the devil himself. I’m the biggest drug dealer, a secret inter-continental war sponsor and a political kingpin" he said in a low deep voice and stretched each words, he then hit the back of her sit so hard with the golf stick, making her shiver and scream.
“Now the part that concerns you, pretty angel is this, you have a relationship with one of my employee" he used his hands to align Veronica scattered hair all over her face to the back of her ear.
"'Don't know what you are talking about" she screamed in a voice mixed with agony.
"Oh! He didn't tell you?" he raised her head up and made her look at him eyeball to eyeball. Kendrick can you believe he never told her?" he turned, looking at Kendrick and then returned his gaze at her. 
"Well, Will Stephenson is or was one of my hired assassins, he was literarily my personal ghost-buster.

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. I newly employed him though." He held her jaw with two fingers. “Aww! Pretty one, he never told you where he was coming from the night you guys met and the reason why he was so in haste to leave you? "He whispered softly into her ears again, pulling her hair a bit.

"F*ck you! You think ’am gonna believe a filthy bastard like you? I think you got that wrong" she shouted, making him leave her.
"Well, truth never needs to be forcefully said, you would know soon enough, but before then tell me where he is”, he asked kneeling and looking into her red eyes.
"F*ck you, F*ck you and f*ck you a million times Mr. John or whatever you call yourself. I don't know where he is, and even if I do, you don't worth knowing!”
"well, I thought I could be gentlemanly but seems that wouldn't be necessary and as I said earlier, no one f*cks with me" he smiled then raised his eyebrow, he raised the golf stick high into the air above his head and hit her with the golf stick very hard on her head over and over and over again.

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"What’s next Moses?” Will asked, as he walked on the green carpet grass and approached him .We visit an old friend at Edinburgh, he snapped his big thumb with his index finger. "He pressed his car remote and the parked distant yellow Chevrolet Camaro ZL1 made a chip-chip sound, blinking its headlights and brake lights simultaneously and stopped.

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John Rollins paced back and forth in his office .He had a half-drunk bottle of water on his table and a pile of typed documents and folders. 
"So you mean you haven't heard from her ever since the board of directors meeting with the investors?” 
"Yes sir" the secretary Caroline replied, folding her hands and looking down on the black leather visitor sit as she stood at its back.
 “I tried her phone by calling consecutively but it kept ending being a voicemail". He went to his refrigerator and picked out a container of iced tea. He poured some into his cup, returned the rest and stood by the window. 
"Tell me, do you sense any foul play in this? I know you spent some years learning criminology and you have the experience"

"Well sir, I have to get to her place of residence to find that out. She might be in a condition of which phone calls and call locations might be useless or unavailable. "That's right, we shouldn't be pessimistic. Find out what's wrong, visit her home. I give you a week off duty" he said sitting, pointing to her with the head of his pen as he made his points.
"Yes sir, and for the financial records, we are to send to the auditing firm? She arranged and picked-up some documents on his table.
"Prepare them, make sure they have it by noon" he turned away and tapped the keys of his laptop.