desire | liskook

24

Cyrene
The car stopped and I looked out of the window to see where we were.

We were at an abandoned factory sitting on a parcel of land I had purchased few years ago, hoping to put in work and turn it into one of BRC Inc's pharmaceutical someday.

But for today, it would be serving a whole different purpose. I opened the door of my Mercedes S600 guard and the smell of wet decayed grass and messy puddles here and there hit me, making my nostrils tingle.

I quickly walked into the factory building as I was shown the way in by two of my security personnel that escorted me here in a Range Rover sentinel just for extra protection.

The risk of being here was very high, given my high profile in the society and all, so it's best not to get killed out here, or even worse get caught.

But I had urgent business to attend to and it'll go without saying that the risk would be worth it.

We took the stairs to the third floor of the building where we met with other of my men— Baron, Pope and Jack, who were guarding a raggedy looking man, beaten and tied up in a wooden chair.

His eyes were blindfolded and his mouth was gagged with a piece of dirty looking cloth.

"Has he said anything relevant yet?" I asked one of the men watching him.

"Nothing yet ma'am. But he was insistent on meeting you in person." Baron replied.

Yes, I had this man kidnapped and will do worse if he doesn't tell me what I wanted to know. He requested I be here, so I took the risk of coming here. But if he's trying to trick me by lying, I'll have his head and that of his entire family.

"Wake him up." I ordered, and Jack slapped the man a few times into consciousness.

He winced in pain from the sensitive parts of his body that has sustained bruises from my men's beating.

"Take off his blindfold and gag, I want to be able to hear what he has to tell me." I ordered, and his eyes and mouth were free in an instant.

The moment his eyes fell on me, it was as though he felt a bit of relief and that bothered me a little.

"Mrs Brüschweiler," he greeted.

"Do you know why you are here, Dongsik?" I asked him, not wanting to be here any longer than I should be.

"Your men kidnapped me on my way home from work, and they've been accusing me of something absurd that I can't even understand, let alone believe." He replied frightened.

Since he doesn't understand what was going on, I'll just have to properly explain everything to him.

"About three months ago, there was an accident and my daughter died in that accident. You were the detective I paid a huge sum of money to cover up every and anything that would pin my other daughter the case, am I right?" I asked him sternly.

"Yes ma'am, you are." he answered trembling.

"You were ordered to destroy every evidence of my daughter's involvement to that case and in return, I established you and your household in the most gratifying way possible, is that right?" I asked again, making sure he is completely on board and I'm not amiss here.

"Yes ma'am." He replied.

"But about a week ago, series of pictures resurfaced and they landed in the hands of my precious daughter, the same daughter I had paid big money for, so she would never to find out. Now, only you and I knew what happened that day, so if I didn't send those pictures to her, I figured the next person would be you. And boy did you make it difficult to find you." I told him clearly.