My Psycho Boss. ( COMPLETED )☑️

CHAPTER NINE: HIDDEN STAIRCASE

*SUSAN*.
     
       
       It's been over a week since I arrived in New York and I started working with Mr Marcelo and other than the fact that he scares the crap out of me, and works me to the bones, I'm doing pretty horrible.

   I missed Sam's match, and the celebratory dinner they threw for him for being the star player and on being the captain. I've been sulking for days. Who would refuse a sister from going to her precious brother's match. A monster, that's who.Right now I'm staring out the tinted window of the luxurious slik black car. I'm headed to the Boss's house. I mean one of them. It was surprising how many houses Mr Marcelo own. How many house can a man have.

         The driver pulled over in front of the two story Victorian style house. I've visited this place once. Mr Marcelo was meeting some clients, but I didn't for the meeting though.
A guard stood in front of the brown entrance door. He pushed open the door for me, I just gave him a small smile, I knew better than to greet him.
Mr Marcelo had warned me, never to talk to his men unless it was life threatning and he used a maybe. That monster.

           I walked into the sitting room and made myself comfortable. I didn't need to show myself to him. I would meet him when he calls for me. I'm not really supposed to be here right now but I got hired waiting in the hotel suite, turns out one does get tired of watching TV. No one was around, not even one of the scary looking security, they probably only stay outside the house.

     I decided to scroll through my Instagram, then I went to do some stalking on my brother's Instagram, commenting on every post he made and making a mind note to ask him about the new blondie that kept appearing in the photos, was that his new girlfriend. I'm ashamed to admit it but my brother was a big time play boy, he may although claim otherwise in front of me giving excuses that he wasn't ready for commitment and both parties understood, I didn't believe that shit.

       I may have a spy who attends the same highschool as him tell me about his school life but I wasn't stalking him, I'm just friends with the girl who happens to be in his class. I got tired of going through my family's Instagram. I decided to go see what Mr Marcelo was up to, not like I'm curious to know, I may be a little curious but that just out of concern... for my life.

      I walked up the spiral staircase that led up stairs, I have no idea where his office is but I'm sure I can figure it out. After checking door to door, bedroom, bedroom, library, sitting room, a bar room?, bedroom was all I saw and on getting to the study it was also empty. I am pretty sure Mr Marcelo came here this morning or why would one of his drivers bring me here.

     Taking out my phone, I decided to call. When i noticed a door at the far end of the hallway. I walked up to it pushing it open only to be met with darkness. And like a fool that I am, I decided to on my flash light to see clearly, it looked like a storage room, boxes were piled over each other and it looked like it hasn't been cleaned for a few years, which was weird seeing how spotless and esquisite the house was.

       My eyes noticed the floor boards of the room and it seemed clean. Which was weird seeing that the rest of the was dusty. When I decided to go out, I noticed the far end of the room, fully walking in, I noticed it was a... staircase?.

What could a staircase be doing here. Then my stupid curiosity just had to pipe in. Then a debate started in my head.

' I should check it out'

' check it out?! That is just insane, what am I. Nancy drew?'

' I'm just going to see what's down there's

'yeah, what's down there, a freaking monster!'

'My boss has a hidden staircase in his house, whatever he's doing is connected to be, im his assistant'

' of course he has something to hide, the man is dangerous'

'If he his then I should go check it out, it concerns me'.

   I didn't know which was the devil's voice or the angel's voice. Before I knew it, I was heading down the hidden staircase. My head was saying a different thing, my body was doing another.

  The staircase didn't look like the regular creepy staircase in the movie 'Nancy Drew and he hidden staircase'.
It doesn't have lots of cobwebs or dust, not was it infested with creepy bugs and insects. At the end of the staircase was a pretty long hall, it looked endless, there were no doors.

    Like the fool that looked like a lamb ready to be slaughtered I headed down the hallway. The walls were made of thick heavy concrete. About my head were pipes and all. Small yellow light served as a source of light in the dim hall but I kept my flashlight on.

' This feels exactly like a secne in a horror movie. To back!. It's not to late!. Act Ignorant till you are done with this project!. It's none of your business!'

        No matter how my head screamed my body did a different thing. I could hear voices, and one I recognized and dreaded. He sounded angry, really angry, maybe I should leave...or not. I headed towards the voices until I reach a door that was half open.

     I switched off my flashlight and slowly walked to the door, and my eyes widen by what I saw. Mr Marcelo's scary security men were there, but I haven't seen them before but I wasn't surprised, I saw new faces everyday, it's like he changes them.

  A body laid on the floor, unmoving, and the body had blood seeping out of his open flesh. He was a man in his early fourties and it seems like I've seen him before, I flashed back, and I remembered, we once had a meeting with Mr Marcelo but I wasn't in attendance in that meeting, Mr Marcelo said he didn't need me there. I would have assumed he was dead, if I didn't see his chest heaving in slow painful breath. Blood was seeping from a fresh wound in his head, his face completely battered, covered in bruises, blood, and what I could assume to be sweat or tears, he looked like he's been toutured. The collar of his shirt was already covered in blood.

  Three other men were tied to metal chairs, they also looked like they've been brutally toutured, they were grunting and groaning in pain and fear. One man was crying and begging Mr Marcelo.

   Mr Marcelo looked different, his face was still emotionless bit something about his eyes freaked me out. His grey eyes that normally had streaks of blue and grey were now shades darker, they were more like metallic grey.

     He had his hands in his pocket, his posture was as calm cold and calculating as usual, he seemed unfaced by  the scene in front of me.
A man came out of no where landing a swift punch on one of the men's faces. He looked dangerous, he was wearing a black leather jacket, his blonde hair fell to his faces, his knuckles were bruised, and had blood on them and not all seems to be his blood.

The man who's been hit groaned in pain. Mr Marcelo pulled the man by his hair, yanking his head up to look at him, he had this sly look on his face, he looked like the joker, if the joker was hot, handsome and ridiculously rich.

"P-p-please" the battered man whimpered.

Mr Marcelo's lip rose in a smirk.

'He's a psychopath' .

" I'll take everything from you while you watch"  Mr Marcelo threatened.

'He's a freaking monster!'

The man in the leather jacket who seems to be Mr Marcelo's right hand out a black metal thingy, I now recognized as a gun.

"No" it was I had no control of my mouth.

It was like they heard me because everyone froze except the totured men. I was already shivering in fear, Mr Marcelo turned to look at me. They all turned.

I froze, I panicked. I am a dead meat.
All I could do was stare at the cold eyes of my boss. His eyes had lose a shade, and I could see the streak of green which was crazy because everywhere was pretty dim. I guess everyone grows super human ability before their death.

   It was like something in my brain snapped, I ran away from the door.

"Get her" was all I heard before trying to race out of there.

But before I knew it, I was held back by Large hands.
I thrashed, yelled, kicked, elbowed, cursed, but that didn't matter, I was taken away to slaughter.