female robbery | dreamwastaken

chapter three.

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sleeping was nearly impossible. I tossed and turned all night, getting my legs tangled in the sheets and my hair knotted on my pillow. the words seemed to flash across my mind as if I was looking at a projector.

Safiya Kashid.
Clay Aminoff.
Marriage Contract.

somehow everything seemed.. more real. the stakes higher. the lie bigger. and I knew that when my alarm clock blared and the contract was still peaking out from my kitchen counter that it hadn't been a dream. I have to see him. if only to set him straight. I think to myself as I drag myself out of my warm covers and to the kitchen.

I can barely see with the electricity off. good thing I kept clay's business card. Clayton Aminoff, CEO of Aminoff Industries. Aminoff industries towers, located at Twenty-Second and Eighth. Of course, right in the fancy business district.

I quickly showered and changed into a cropped warn knitted cream jumper and straight-legged dark jeans. I pulled my curls into and slick high-ish ponytail. I don't want to bother with make-up yet I put light mascara. I may be going to see that asshole ut I still want to look presentable. I finish up with my jewellery and walk out of my bathroom. now let's go give the clay a piece of my mind.

even though I was expecting a bustling office space, Aminoff Towers was more. it was bustling with a hum of activity. people busy with work seemed to fly by me, eye on whatever their business prize was. I go to walk to the front desk to find some help but I end up bumping into someone.

"Oops, sorry!" though he just rolls his eyes and walks away without saying a word. to keep my energy I continue to walk forward.

"hi there" I speak to one of the two people behind the high table.

"can I help you?" he asks me.

"I'm here to see Mr Aminoff" I reply bluntly.

"do you have an appointment?" he looks up at me from his monitor.

"uh, no. nothing like that. I'm.. a friend, I guess?" I say more like a question than anything.

"Sorry, but no one gets through to Mr Aminoff's office without an appointment." he crosses his arms.

"well, can I make one then?" I'm not going without speaking to that jerk.

"sure" he looks away and back to his computer, furiously typing away. "Mr Aminoff's next appointment is eight months from now. would you like the morning or the afternoon slot?" he smirks, that coc-

"eight months, really?" I furrow my brows. "it's kind of time-sensitive. he's expecting me, I'm sure."

"what's your name?" he mockingly blinks slowly. "safiya. Safiya Kashid." I smile.

"Lemme sees what I can do-" the other counter attendant says.

"puffy, just because your mom is Mr Aminoff's assistant doesn't mean--"

"hi, mom! I've got a lady by the name of Safiya Kashid here, a friend of-- oh, okay! ill send her up now." she speaks into her phone then turning towards me.

"you can go right ahead, Miss Kashid! the elevator bank is just around the corner. Floor 100" she chirps with a bright smile.

"thank you!" I return one, looking over to her co-worker, his face gobsmacked.

I walk out of the elevator on the 100th floor and immediately greeted by an older woman at another desk. "hi there, dear!"

"oh! hi. look, I know you don't know who I am, but I really need to see clay. and before you call security, I just want to say that the mean man at the front desk wanted to do the same. but I'm still here!" she chuckles in amusement.