lost↠m.c

ix

i had already moved in my small lovely apartment when everything started.

i was walking home from the campus when a black car pulled up in front of me. the back window opened and revealed a middle aged man with black sunglasses on.

"samantha taylor?" he asked me and i nodded but looked suspiciously around. he got out of the car and smiled politely at me. "there is something i have to offer." he said and i looked at him like he was crazy.

"who are you, sir?" i asked partially annoyed.

"matthew clifford" he gave me his hand to shake which i took, in shock. "now, you may know that i helped you get into university, which was as easy as it will be throwing you out if you don't do what i say." he smiled and led me in his car.

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why did i ever agree to this? i repeatedly asked myself while i walked in this neighborhood's eerie streets.

michael didn't know about this 'job' his father had forced me to do and i couldn't also back away because he didn't just threaten to throw me out of the university, but he threatened to kill me as well. i should have known that being accepted in the university was going to come with a price. right now i was, oh so much, regretting my impulse move to come to new york. i should have suspected that the dean himself wasn't just going to give me a second chance for this scolarship and michael had something to do with it. how stupid of me to neglect the power that michael's father has.

i took a deep breath as i reached the building. it wasn't what i actually expected, meaning a abandoned scary warehouse like those in the movies. it was a night club full of people.

when i walked up to the queue that was formed up to the entrance, my phone rang.

"samantha, we have an eye on you. there are people inside and outside. do anything stupid and you're dead. you have to deliver that package to the office upstairs. do everything we said alright?" matthew clifford himself was calling me and i couldn't say that i wasn't scared out of my pants at this very moment.

"oh-okay matthew." i whispered and he hang up.

"name" the bouncer with the sunglasses at 11pm demanded.

"sam taylor" i answered with a smile.

remember to be believable. we don't want them to suspect anything.

"right, you're in." he stepped aside to let me in.

once i was in the club that was obviously full of people, i didn't waste time on waiting. i made my way to the other side of the club and found the staircase that led to the owner's office that was of course guarded.

"the party's over there miss." the bodyguard was a total asshole and if i could, i would slap his face in an instant.

"i'm here for your boss." i showed him discreetly the small package I carried in my bag and he eyed me suspiciously. he said something through the mic, which was placed over his ear and reached his mouth, and in the end he stepped aside.

"thank you." i said with a small smile and moved up the stairs.

i was beyond nervous about getting caught. my job wasn't just to deliver the package. it was much more.

i was supposed to stick a microphone that had the size of a pin's head, okay maybe a little bigger, under the desk that the boss was sitting, in a room full of cameras and bodyguards.

the door was wide open and i stepped inside with an air of confidence in my walk. i flipped my hair off my shoulder and halted in front of the boss's office.

the boss was about michael's father, matthew, age and he was quite attractive. he had a stern look on his face which declared that he meant business with this meeting. maybe that package had something important in it, something i couldn't even imagine. i never dared to ask what i had to carry and deliver. i was too busy thinking of the ways i would get tortured and killed if they caught me sticking that mic under the table.

"samantha taylor, right?" the boss stood up and extended his hand. i nodded and took his hand in a handshake. "i'm dan patterson."

"nice to meet you." i told him as sweetly as i could. he gestured me to take a seat as he did too. "now, i'm going to cut to the chace, mr patterson. i've got the package here." i pointed at my bag. "have you got the money?"

"nice. never thought a girl like you could be so forward." he grinned sardonically and nodded to a man next to him.

soon the bag was placed in front of me on the table and dan, the boss, walked next to me. "two hundred thousand dollars in cash." he threw his arm around my shoulders casually, like he was a friend of mine. "all yours."

i opened the bag only to be met with hundred dollar bills. "i hope it's okay that i'm going to count it." i smiled and he removed his arm.

"of course, go on." he walked back to his black leather chair and sat down totally fed up.

an hour and a half later, i counted the last bill and just as i was about to zip the bag, my hand moved under the table in the most discreet way and i sticked the tiny microphone.

a bodyguard that stood behind me cleared his throat.

"is everything alright, miss taylor?" dan broke the silence and i looked up with a guilty face.

i was caught.

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