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Xavier Romano, a trained assassin who lives by moral code, and only listens to his state of mind gets a deal to adduct Eliza Othman, a pharmacist who would think thrice before hurting a soul.
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Few minutes ago Xavier called me to his office. Is he some royal highness? That he sent Emily to forward his message. Like seriously he is so infuriating.
One moment he is all playful and saying sweet things then the next moment he is back to himself- cold and distant.
I am tired of his mood swings I am doubting he has bipolar disorder. Such a nuisance he is I swear.
Walking through the stairs I try my best to compose myself but fail as with every second my body fumes with anguish.
Finally reaching the door I opened it only to see no one there. Is this some sort of bait I am supposed to fall for? If it is then I should mind my business right?
Actually you know what? Screw it. I've been doing that and it has got me no where. I need to raid this room to find any ounce freedom I can get to know what's actually going on.
On top are some papers scattered that are none of my concern. There are three drawers stacked and I tried pulling them but all of them are locked. I am out of luck.
Not so soon. I took out one of my pins from the scarf and put it in the keyhole. Twisting it slightly I heard a light creak sound which I assumed the lock's opened.
Pulling out the drawer I found couple of files scattered with different names on it. Going one over another I found a gray file that says Eliza Othman.
Curiosity crept inside my as I took it out. Now what? Should I open it? Fiddling my fingers I at last open the file to find a photograph of me taken in the charity ball.
What the? Who clicked my picture without my permission? Oh god. Taking the picture out I found few papers with my information on it.
My date of birth, my address, my family information and even my best friend's name. What is going on? Who has so much spare time to investigate over me.
I close the file and miss out something as something else catches my eye.
A file called 'The Bureau'. Taking out the file hastily I open it before my mind clicks on something. I think I saw something in my file. Was it the name of the dealer who paid to kidnap me?
Closing the present file I opened the other one as my eyes searches for the name.
It said- 'Dealer: Thomas...'
Before I could read any further a hand slams down the file.
Sheit. I am royally screwed.
I look up to Xavier as he is burning with rage. He snatches the files from me as he speaks "what the hell do you think you're doing?" Shrugging I say "can't you see? I am trying to find things against you"
His expression turns darker as I take a step back and he forward. "I thought I made myself clear when I said no freaking funny business"
"You don't expect me to sit here and wait until my life turn into mockery? Do you? Because if you do then you have serious problems"
His eyes turn even hooded then before as I stumble my way across but hold the window for support. Speaking he says "last time wasn't a good lesson for you was it? Do you want a repeat of previous events or shall I make the punishment even severe for you?"
He walks away and bends down locking the drawers before taking the files in his hand.
I walk fast and slam the door shut to prevent him going out. "Stop" I said
"What now?"
"Enough! I won't wait until you roughly hand over me to someone else.. I read the file, who is Thomas? Xavier."
He doesn't speak as I repeat "who is he? Tell or I swear to god I'll do something you can't imagine"
A tinge of mockery appears on his face as he grins "do what Eliza? Bother entertain me?"
Ignoring his comment I say "Who is Thomas?" He looks at me as if I am some fool not knowing what I am asking. Am I supposed to know who Thomas is? Wait why in the world does the name sound so familiar? Am I missing something?
And then it clicked me. It's Thomas Watson the Watson Xavier was talking about the other day. The same Watson who proposed me few days back. The same Watson who paid to kidnap me.
That sick bastar- I am going to kill him. Xavier noticed my tense in expressions as he says "took you long enough to guess"
And he continues speaking "you know? For someone like you.. I thought you'd be way smarter than this. How could you possibly not connect the dots?"
Urgh I wish the ground would open and swallow me now. How can I be so careless and not notice this? How? I know how .. it's because I was so lost in being normal about the fact that I am kidnapped and so normal about finding my kidnapper attractive.
What was I thinking? I am such a fool. No wait this is what he want.. me to blame myself so he can get away with this. No I won't fall for his stupid tricks.
"I want you to tell me the truth.. please for goodness's sake atleast that's the least you can do"
"Eliza go to your room, we'll talk later"
Stopping him I firmly put said "No." "You need to tell me, I need to know, I deserve to know"
Shaking his head he thinks for for brief moment before shaking it again indicating he won't do any such thing.
"The truth Xavier" .. " or I swear to god I can do this all day and stop you from dealing your business"
He halts as he motions me to sit down.
"Where should I start?" He says and I reply "start from the very beginning"
