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chapter XXVII - hostage

As you finally muster the courage to leave the dimly lit room, your mind races with frantic ideas on how to find Claire. Each step you make towards the door feels heavy with uncertainty, weighed down by the gravity of the situation. Where could she be? Is this truly Wilson's doing, or one of his henchmen? Is she still even breathing?

The air is thick with tension, echoing in your silent turmoil.

Just as you reach for the door handle, your thoughts abruptly crumble as the familiar vibration of your phone resonates through your clothing. The sudden buzz jolts you back to reality, breaking the oppressive silence of the room. It's as if the universe has intervened, offering a momentary distraction.

You retrieve the phone from your pocket, your heart pounding with hope and apprehension. The screen lights up, revealing a caller ID of an unrecognized number.

With hesitant fingers, you answer the call.

"Hello." You croak.

"Little girls shouldn't be meddling in things they aren't supposed to." A familiar sinister voice equivocated through the speakers. The duality of emotions of fear and anger clashed against each other.

"Wilson...I suspected it was you. What have you done with Claire?" You demand.

"This is what happens when children mess around and play detective. I'll make a deal with you, Ms. Y/l/n. Drop your investigation, and I'll make sure your friend here returns unharmed..." Wilson threatens.

"Don't listen to him y/n!" Claire shouts as her voice scratches in the background.

"I swear to god if you touch her." You enunciated through your teeth.

"Your clock is ticking, so make your choice quickly. We don't want to miss the show." Wilson ends the call.

You couldn't risk Claire's safety by running to your father; the stakes were too high. The challenges that stood between you and ensuring Claire's well-being would have to be done alone.

"Everyone who's everyone is going to be there."

Wilson would want to watch his master plan before him. If he expects me to give him an answer, then I'll do it right before he gets the chance to unwind his web.

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Camera operators and newscasters prepared for the president's speech with Penamstan. Many tried to get your word, but you denied them. Many influential people were to be here to witness the declaration to support Penamstan and the United State's stance with China.

So many things, yet so little time. Before you confront Wilson, you must warn the president.

Many security guards and agents lined the stage, but your father was nowhere in sight.

"Have you seen my dad?" you ask Patrick straightforwardly. You do not pay any attention to the numerous agents and presidential aids he's chatting with.

"The president should be here soon." He informs you. Your features transform into a panic now. It's already been too long, and Wilson is expecting an answer from you. "Hey...are you okay?" He then asks you, approaching you directly as he notices your frantic demeanor.

"Can I talk to you...privately?" You ask. His body language becomes rigid, but he agrees nonetheless. Patrick follows your orders and meets you behind the stage.