Avenging Love

Chapter Nineteen

Jennifer's POV.....

As I entered the office, it felt like a bustling fish market. The normally quiet space was now filled with loud conversations. Employees were scattered everywhere, some standing in tight-knit groups, while others were hunched over their desks, furiously talking to one another. Their faces were etched with worry and confusion, as if they were attending a funeral.

Papers rustled as people shuffled them around, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed off the walls. The air was thick with tension and unease, and every so often, someone would glance around nervously, as if searching for answers in the chaos.

I couldn't understand the situation. Had something happened? The usual office routine was completely disrupted, replaced by an atmosphere of urgency and dread. It was clear that whatever was going on was significant, but I was left in the dark, trying to piece together clues from the fragments of conversations.

As I approached the girl, I could sense the tension in the air. She stood near the entrance, her eyes darting anxiously towards the group of stern-faced police officers gathered in the lobby.

"What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the growing unease in my chest.

"There's trouble," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "The police are here, and they're waiting for Mr. Vinson."

My heart skipped a beat after hearing his name. Mr. Vinson, he was rarely the subject of police attention. What could have gone so wrong?

"They demanded to seal the office," she continued, her words rushed and breathless. "We reached out to Mr. Vinson, and he said he'd be here in 10 minutes."

"Why would they want to seal the office?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.

"I don't know," she admitted, frustration evident in her voice. "Jake and Olivia have been trying to reason with them for over an hour, but they refuse to listen to anything we say."

"What reason did they give?" I pressed, my concern mounting with each passing second.

"They won't say," she replied, her brow furrowing in worry. "They insisted they'll only speak to Mr. Vinson."

I nodded, though my thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and fear. Why were they so fixated on Mr. Vinson? What had he gotten himself into? I was so worried about him.

As I stood there, the weight of uncertainty pressed down on me, and my breath grew heavy with anxiety. I couldn't shake the feeling that something ominous was looming on the horizon, and I feared what would happen next.

As the glass door swung open with a resounding thud, causing a collective gasps from everyone. The room fell into a stunned silence. Mr. Vinson strode in, each step echoing off the walls, his presence commanding attention.

His face was a canvas of anger, every muscle tense with fury. His brows furrowed, and his lips were pressed into a tight line. The intensity of his gaze seemed to pierce through the air.

With long strides, he advanced towards the group of police officers, his eyes never leaving theirs.

As he stood before them, the officers wasted no time. "You have to come with us," one of them declared, his voice firm and unwavering. "We have an arrest warrant against you."

Mr. Vinson's reaction was immediate. His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened at his sides. But amidst the anger, there was a flicker of defiance in his eyes, He straightened his posture and narrowed his eyes at them. Despite the arrest warrant and the seriousness of the situation, he showed a strong determination to stand up against the authorities.

As the heavy silence hung in the air, the sound of echoing footsteps broke the tension, signaling Alex's arrival. With purposeful strides, he entered through the main entrance, his eyes locked onto Mr. Vinson like a predator closing in on its prey.

"Finally, the game is over, and I caught you," Alex said, his voice cutting through the stillness with a hint of satisfaction.

Mr. Vinson's response was immediate and seething with anger. "Shut up. This is my office. Don't spit nonsense here," he snapped, his teeth clenched, and his fists tightly balled at his sides.

"Okay, okay, take a chill pill," Alex said, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "Arrest him," he gestured the officers.

One of the policeman stepped forward, his movements precise and deliberate, a pair of handcuffs dangling from his hand. As he closed in on Mr. Vinson, the tension in the room became almost tangible, every breath fraught with anticipation.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Mr. Vinson snapped back defensively. He raised a finger in a warning gesture, his voice laced with venom as he growled, "Don't you dare," his eyes blazing with anger.

The policeman exchanged a glance with the officer, who subtly signaled for him to lower the handcuffs. With a nod of acknowledgment, the policeman obeyed and lowered the handcuff.

"Let's go," Alex commanded, already moving towards the exit. But before he could make his escape, I reached out and grabbed his hand, halting his progress.

"What are you doing?" I questioned, my voice tinged with urgency.

"Relax, beautiful," Alex replied.

"Where are you taking him?" I pressed, my tone becoming more insistent.

"To the police station, obviously," he quipped, punctuating his words with a playful wink. But I wasn't in the mood for games.

"Enough with the jokes, Alex, now my patience is wearing thin, just tell me what's going on."

"He's a criminal," Alex stated matter-of-factly, his tone devoid of emotion.

As Mr. Vinson emerged, it was evident he too was heading for the exit. His eyes first locked onto me, then shifted to Alex, his jaw set in a tight line of frustration, as he caught sight of my hand intertwined with Alex's arm. In that moment, his narrowed eyes bore into mine, brimming with anger, I hastily release Alex's hand.

With a silent exchange of glances, they all went out, Mr. Vinson taking his place in the police van. The engine roared to life, and they departed, leaving behind a tense atmosphere in their wake.

Without a moment's hesitation, Jake bolted from the office, darting towards his car, the urgency apparent in his hurried movements.

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Until then.....