MISTER WHY?

Chapter 5

Hannah turned up to work for the day of the supper Alistair was nowhere to be seen and appeared to be out. She got to cleaning the apartment like she would during the day. She wondered if her plan of somehow getting Alistair to pay for her passport would work as she dusted off the shelves. She wasn't even sure whether or not he gave her enough of a thought to have cared about her situation. He hadn't really asked her questions or been helpful in any way, but he had bought her some new clothes and Mc Donalds that night he had picked her up. She got to the pictures in the hallway and the girl stood in the bathroom mirror. She shuddered at the thought of seeing her operation again, but she looked at the photo wondering what her face might look like and who she was and what she meant by Why? The door to Alistair's studio then slowly creaked open and Hannah could see straight into his studio. "Hannah." Someone called out from behind the door. 

"Mister Alistair, did you want something?" She asked, 

"Hannah, come take a look." the voice called out again, a muffled voice called out. 

Hannah tentatively walked in the direction of the sound of the voice as she entered the room and switched the light on, to find Alistair's studio with white and green screens for backdrops and a large photo album on the table next to a laptop and printer. "Alistair!" Hannah called out but she didn't get a reply and the room appeared to be empty. A dark shadow slipped out of the room behind her and silently closed the door behind her.  She walked over to the desk curious as to what was in the photo album and there were many young women all in different poses, nothing she wasn't expecting but there was a couple that stood out where they had been handcuffed. One of them had long dark hair that was like the girl in the photo. "What happened to you?" She whispered to herself. She backed off from the album careful to leave it on the page she had left it on and then went to leave. The door was now locked, she pulled and pulled and tried everything to get it to open. She slumped on the floor as all she could do was wait now for someone to turn up and she knew Alistair wouldn't be happy she was sneaking around his studio. The door then clicked and opened as if by itself and Hannah dashed from the room straight into Alistair. He embraced the shaking Hannah, "How did you get stuck in there?" he asked, Hannah could hear his disapproval and didn't know what to say that would make any sense. "Hannah?"

"The door was unlocked and I thought I heard someone in there so I went to check and the door closed and locked." Hannah eventually said after she caught her breath. "I'm sorry Mister Alistair."

"No harm done," Alistair said. "You should go get a shower and changed before my guests arrive." He said. Once she had left his view he checked inside the room to see if anything had been moved. He felt the cold icy breath on his neck and moist hand clutch at his throat. "Why?" the familiar whispered in his ear before disappearing to linger in the background. 

Alistair rubbed his throat to check for the lingering sign of what had just happened, but he found none and shut the door closed and locked it with the key. "Stay in there, bitch." He whispered to the ghost before leaving to go get dressed. 

Hannah had just got the deliveries of snacks and was busy setting them up on trays trying to make them look as presentable as possible. Alistair walked in looking all dapper and handsome with his suit on, his dark hair still damp from the shower. "Those are champagne flutes, not wine glasses." He pointed out and leaned over her to pick out the correct glasses from the cupboard. "We are all whisky drinkers." He said as he pulled out the whisky glasses with a stags head engraved into them. "You push the button on the freezer door and the ice comes out of that. fill up the ice bowl and bring in the tongs to take out the ice." Hannah had seen a silver bowl that she thought fit that description and pulled it out, "That's a salad bowl Hannah, the smaller one behind it." he told her a little frustrated and uptight. Hannah pulled it out and he attempted a smile, "That's the one." She walked over to the fridge to fill it and he leaned over her and pushed the button with his hand to allow the ice to come out while he gently ran his finger down Hannah's back. "You intrigue me." He whispered, "Perhaps tomorrow you could pose for me." He asked. As he let go of the button blocking Hannah from leaving as she stood with her hands full. 

"Depends on whether or not you are a good boy tonight." Hannah playfully told him, hoping he would back off a bit. The intercom rang and he backed off to answer the phone, while Hannah took the food and drinks through to the lounge where they would be sitting and having drinks. Alistair's sudden advances had made her a little uncomfortable.

"Well, Alistair are you ready for this summer's trip?" One of the younger men asked as he entered. The others just went through to the living area handing Hannah their coats who immediately hung them in the spare room closet. Hannah had noticed it was an all-boys meeting and she knew they could get to a point where you are spending all night trying to avoid your bum being pinched or being dragged like a rag doll to sit on someone's lap and keep them company all night long.  She knew her job was to serve them the food and drink keep quiet and leave the room if needs be. Alistair had set up the room for poker and this surprised Hannah a little she was expecting a rowdy posh boy party but Poker meant they were busy not ogling her and doing more than drinking she was quite happy.  She also learnt how to deal while working behind a strip joint.   "Would you like me to deal?" Alistair was a little surprised by the offer. "If I'm that bad at it I'll give you the cards back."

"It will brighten having someone so pretty at the table." The older man eagerly agreed to leave Alistair no choice but to agree. It was clear he might not be too comfortable with this idea.

"I'll deal twice and if  Mister Alistair is not happy I will have to just serve you drinks."
She picked up the deck and began to show off her shuffling skills.

"Where did you get a cleaner that deals cards like that, cousin."  The youngest one gave him a nudge and a wink. "I thought women could barely shuffle the deck."

"Brad you truly astound me with your ability to underestimate the fairer sex." Alistair told him. "Uncle you can start as all ways." Alistair smiled.

Everyone was busy in the early hours until Alistair sent Hannah from the room. She couldn't hear what was said but Alistair's cousin had clearly round him up repeatedly, mentioning a trip to the family's summer mansion and hunting lodges. All she knew was that others wouldn't be happy about him telling everyone where they were going and that the club were strict on this. Hannah was curious about this she had heard about rich people having private clubs. She wondered what it was like inside and whether it had a pool, tennis courts and how many cars would be in the garage. She would never have things like that and never be anything if she didn't convince Alistair to give her the money for her passport.