From Nobody to Famous

Chapter 2

I hoped into the elevator and headed all the way up to the floor. Once the doors opened, a tall man stood there. He was a big guy, dressed in a white suit with a black shirt underneath. He had dark sunglasses on. A thin gold chain around his neck. "Are you Ms. Morrison?" His voice was deep.

I nodded. "Yes, I'm..."

He cut me off. "Step out of the elevator slowly." Confused, I did as he asked. He motioned me to hold up my arms. I did as he asked. He patted my sides down. I handed him my small bag so he could check it. He searched inside the bag then handed it back to me. "You have one hour. If at any point, he asks you to leave, and you refuse. You will be forced out of the suite. Understood?" His voice was stern and forceful.

I nodded, trying not to be nervous. This man must have been his bodyguard. He made sure he got his point across. He led the way and headed to the second door. Knocked three times then opened it. The room was luxurious. White sofas, white carpet. The drapes were wide open, letting the sun in. A man dressed in a black suit, with shades on, sat in a chair close to the window. "Thank you, Egon." The bodyguard left the room. The man stood up and walked over to me. "Ms. Morrison?" I nodded. He held out his hand. I grabbed it as we exchanged a friendly handshake. "Nice to meet you. I'm Arrow."

I raised my eyebrow. "Oh, you are?"

He fixed his suit. "Not what you expected." I made a half coy smile. This was a game. From the moment I stepped off the elevator, I knew something smelled fishy. "I'd like to meet the real Arrow." My voice was firm.

The man paused. "I am the real Arrow."

I smirked and crossed my arms. "The guard at the gate told me third room. I was taken to the second. Also, I know what he looks like. I've seen pictures. The shades are hiding most of your facial features. So, any dumb reporter could believe you're really him. Also, no one does a morse code on the door unless you needed a signal." He was stunned. My eyes looked around the room. "Plus, it's too neat for anyone to live here. Counter doesn't even show signs of life, living in this place."

He pulled himself together, still stunned. "Wait here." He left the room and made sure the door was shut behind himself. I walked over to the window and looked out. It was starting to get cloudy. The sun would be going down soon. The door creaked open. Turning back to look. A different man stood there. He was about 5 foot 9. Short black curly hair. He wore a black jacket with a black shirt under neath. Dark jeans to match the attire along with his dark brown shoes. His shades were dark but could still see his eyes. He had a beard and thick sideburns as well. The one thing that did catch my attention, was his smile. It could light up a whole room.

His eyes met mine. "You are some reporter. My double told me you figured it out." He was in a good mood.

I smiled. "I'm surprised that I just happen to be the first one to do it." He jestered us to sit down. Walking over to the couch, I sat on it. He sat in a chair across from me, his body relaxed into it. I cleared my throat as I shuffled through my bag to pull out my supplies. He grinned at me. "Hoping to get an interview out of me today, Ms.?"

I glanced up at him. "Morrison. And that's what I'm here for."

He crossed his legs, resting his hands in his lap. "I don't give any out. I'm sure you've heard this from your other reporter friends." His voice seemed cold but lightened up at the end. I set my tape recorder on the small coffee table in front of me. Along with my note pad and pen. I sat straight up and stared at him. "Here's what we can do. You can either give me something to put in my article so my boss doesn't have a reason to fire my ass. Or you can refuse like the rest and I'll post about your double."

He chuckled softly. "All this energy over a little story about me?"

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Everyone wants to know about Arrow. How he started. Came to be. His interests."