Life is one of the most bull crap rollercoaster.
From finishing off a therapy session with her psychiatrist to being drugged and kidnapped.
Yep, Leigh could only sigh at the idea of being kidnapped once again. She was tied up in a chair like the last time but this time, she sat there as if it was her fucking throne. She was relieved knowing the Alvaro's were not trying to find her because they were busy stopping the soon-to-be ex-wife of the leader.
"So, you are the wife of Marcellus Meyer?" One of the kidnappers stated.
Leigh gave a thought of what character should she play in front of them considering this is what most of her job entails.
"Yes, I am. I would shake your hand if I am not tied to this wet rope. Also, my name is not the wife of Marcellus Meyer. My name is Deirdre Meyer, dear." She spoke with an attitude of a snobby yet classy lady. She has not prepared for this role in all honesty but she felt like she was playing her grandmother.
"Well, are you not fancy, my lady? Do you need water?" Another kidnapper asked her as she offered them a tight smile.
"I am a bit parched but I think the liquid's running through enough to hydrate myself." She retorted without thinking much of it.
It seemed like they want to make fun of her considering they threw water all over and her surroundings. They laughed as if it was the perfect plan while Leigh manage to grab the hidden blade in her arm. "You see, your husband would not rescue you. Do you think he would be remain married to a barren and good for nothing wife?"
"Well, do I look like someone who waits for my husband to rescue me?"
She had just been fucking drugged and she was done with their bullshit already.
"You seem to have needed your husband considering Ms. Crawford told me that you came from nothing and it is a story of rags to riches." One of the kidnappers retorted to her while she could not help but to roll her eyes at his statement. There are a few people who can truly dug through her background and she guesses that Mary Crawford is not one of them.
Leigh refused to reply to them because she knows she would not hold back and murder them.
"Who do you want to contact before your last goodbye, my lady?"
She smiled while stating the number of the family of home of her maternal uncle because they always have a family dinner at this day and the staffs around the house mainly knows French. This is not her last goodbye and she will make sure the people behind this would rot in her hell.
"Good evening. This is the Chevalier Residence." The housekeeper had answered the call.
"Bonne soirée. C'est Deirdre. Puis-je parler à mon oncle ?" Good evening. It's Deirdre. Can I talk to my uncle.
"Oui, j'appelle immédiatement Monsieur Chevalier, Mademoiselle." Yes, I will call Mr. Chevalier immediately, Miss. The moment, the housekeeper had answered, Leigh have felt relieved considering it truly means that she would manage to contact her uncle through her. "Good evening, this is Lucius speaking."
"Bonsoir, mon oncle. Voici Deirdre et j'ai été kidnappé. Pouvez-vous me localiser grâce à ce numéro de téléphone ?
Good evening, uncle. I have been kidnapped. Can you locate me using this phone number?
"Je comprends mais à votre avis, qui vous a kidnappé ?" I understand, but who do you think kidnapped you? Her uncle replied while it seemed like her cousins had already whipped out their laptops and was typing away then she is hearing her aunt's voice who seems to be contacting every connection she has.
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THE DEADLY FACADE
General FictionTheir marriage is at its cliff. Agent Deirdre Lorelei 'Leigh' Ventura-Meyer and Agent Marcellus 'Mark' Meyer have lived with their relationship under the pressure of his parents. They have been keeping their relationship intact due to their passi...
