Those words echoed in my mind as I woke up to find myself safe in the ordinary warehouse. I kept telling myself, "It was just a dream, it was just a dream." But I couldn't help think if this dream came from my conscience; is that what would happen to me if my father didn't show up? No, he loves me far more than wealth and money. "I wonder how long it'll take for Harold to come and bring Adrian with the money.", said the man, impatiently.
A few hours later, the warehouse doors slid open and there was my father with a large black leather box, standing next to a man in yet another black cloak; Harold I presumed. The men snatched the box and left the warehouse laughing maniacally as my father untied me and hugged me. I knew he regretted everything and I wondered how much money he had given up for me. He took me home to rest and informed the police of men in black cloaks sneaking in schools so nothing like that would ever happen again. As I lay in bed I thought, "What did my father do that these people hated him so much? What did they mean by the unfinished business with him?"
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The Illegal Business Dealing
Short StoryA girl named Emily gets kidnapped because of a sinister plot that took place years before she was born.
