Hostage

Chapter 1

Carter's POV

I frowned as I walked into the huge building owned by my father. The sign above the double doors read Castello Bank. I hated this place, as it was the place that kept my father away from me. His job occupied most of his time, and I hardly ever got to see him. That's why I was here right now, to see my father. I had just received a text saying that he wanted to talk to me, and that he wanted to eat lunch with me. The text wasn't sent from my father's number, so I guessed he had asked one of his assistants to send it to me. I didn't think much about it, as I had been too happy at the moment. He never invited me to eat lunch, so this was a much welcomed suggestion.

The inside of the bank was just as overwhelming as the outside. It looked like something taken straight out off old Athens, with white tiles and tall pillars placed around. In the far end of the room was a wall fully covered with cashier's windows. What a boring job that must be, just sitting behind a counter talking about money all day.

The room was not buzzing with voices, even though it was the busiest time of the day. The clock had just passed five, which was the perfect time to drop into the bank on the way home from work. I looked around to see the standard types of people. Men with black suites and women with business looking clothes were standing in lines in front of the counters. This was a bank for people with money.

I was just about to stride over to the door labeled staff only, when a boy caught my attention. He stood with his back against me so I couldn't see his face. That didn't matter, as it was his lack of a suit that made me take a closer look. Never in my eighteen years of life had I seen a male in this bank without a suit on. I cringed my nose at the sight, he just didn't fit into this place.

Oh well, maybe he's here with his father or something, I though as I shrugged my shoulders. I was just about to turn around and continue my journey to my dad's office, when the boy turned around. I found myself frozen in place. No wonder he was in this bank, I bet he has more money than the rest of the people in here all together. I knew the boy's name, even though I hadn't met him before. The boy was no other the adored and beloved heartthrob Harry Styles, group member of the world famous band One Direction.

I couldn't help but laugh, making the man standing closest to me turn around and look at me with annoyance. Excuse me for interrupting your silent and boring trip to the bank, I though as I stared back at him. After about five seconds he turned away again, making me feel like I just won a staring competition. Congratulations to me, I though as I literary gave myself a pat on the shoulder, earning yet another stare from the man. I gave him a fake smile, and this time he just rolled his eyes before turning away from me.

I turned back to look at Mr. Heartthrob. I had never been the one to fangirl over famous boys, but it would be kind of comical to do that right now. I pictured myself screaming like a crazy person, jumping up and down and maybe put in a couple of tears as well, just for the show. I bet that would make the stuck-up man from before even more irritated. As much as this seemed like a brilliant idea, I didn't do it. This was after all my father's bank, and I don't think he would've been too pleased with me interrupting the peaceful atmosphere in here.

A high pitched voice saying my name made me turn around. It was Astrid, one of my father assistants that I really didn't like. If it was her tremendously aggravating voice or the fact that she always talked to me like I was five, I didn't know, she just got right on my nerves. "Carter, sweet girl, what are you doing here all alone?" she said with a more than usually fake smile on her face. I noticed she had bought herself a pair of new glasses. They were in a baby pink color, making her face look even paler then usual. Where did this woman get her taste from? And it really wasn't her business if I was here alone, it wasn't like she owned the bank or anything. Actually, the fact that my dad owned it gave me more right to be here than any other person in this place. Wow, my thoughts are negative today.