Only One Of Us Knows (On hold)

One| Stay out!

Reyna

Mum always said, if you want something done right, do it yourself.

The doors to the elevator open.

The employees in their formal wear walk out and I do the same last. For a second, I stopped and looked left and right. In order to blend in, I'd worn a shirt, a straight-cut skirt and a pair of black flats. My curly hair was bundled together to the back with a band. I decided to head out in the left direction after noticing most of the employees had walked in the opposite. Even though my nerves threatened to throw me in a frenzied mode, I kept my cool like always.

I walked past a red-headed young lady with a pixie cut who sat behind her desk.

"Excuse me." She called but I paid no attention and continued my steps towards the black door with the writing vice president written on a rectangular golden slate.

"Excuse me," she called again and this time, I heard the sound of her chair screech against the floor and I knew she'd hurried up on her feet. More than ever, I felt determined to get an audience with the man behind that door so I stretched my hand towards the knob and suddenly, she was in front of me.

Her eyes met with mine and her brows furrowed. A sigh left her lips. "You again?"

I ignored her and began to try my best to get her out of the way. She pushed me and my steps staggered back. It was wrong of me to have underestimated her strength.

"I told you the last time you were here, you can't see Mr. Steele without an appointment. If you don't leave this minute, I will call security. Leave while I'm still being nice."

Her words didn't scare me a bit, not more than the fear I already felt. Instead of allowing the fear to cripple my movement, I allowed it to fuel my determination forward.

I have to get her back.

Those words chanted once more in my mind and I marched forward. She wouldn't let me walk past her and I kept trying to reach for the door knob. Suddenly, I felt a grasp on my right arm and a pull away from Mr. Steele's secretary. I found myself involuntarily walking in the same direction I came in from. I looked from the hand on my arm and traced it up to the face of the man whom it belonged to. Anger and frustration filled me. He was the last person I wanted to see. For a minute, I struggled, trying to release my arm away from his hold but to no avail. That way, I was forced to keep walking alongside him. We walked past the elevator and towards the exit staircase. After walking down two sets of staircases, he pushed me ahead, letting my arm go at the same time. I was quick to regain my balance before I could hit the wall behind me.

While I rubbed the spot he'd grabbed me by the arm, I glared at him loathly. I watched him reach into his pocket and brought out his phone. His finger tapped on the screen for a second and the next, he held it close to his ear. His gaze was on me.

"Come up to the fifth floor. Use the stairs." After those words, he withdrew the phone from his ear and disconnected the call.

I looked at him from up to down and back up. Somewhat similar to the previous time, he was in a black suit, a gray shirt and a black coat without a tie around his neck. His black hairstyle reminded me of the military with short sides and slightly longer back and top. His hair was neat and straight. His stubble added to his good looks.

Any normal person would be worried by questions like who did he make a call to? What are they going to do to me this time? Am I safe? But I couldn't be bothered with that. Not when she wasn't safe. Not when I'm filled with worry as to what might have become of her. I need to get her out. No matter the cost.