As Estelle unlocked the front door to the temporary penthouse that her mother insisted she would have, she paused, suddenly struck by a uneasy feeling that someone else was in her presence.
She was certain that there was someone else in this silly, over the top penthouse.
Before she'd had the chance to do or say anything her door was shoved open and she was pulled inside, and just as she was about to cry for help, she was shoved onto her couch by two tough, burly men who appeared to be bodyguards.
it was who they where guarding that scared Estelle.
" Lets just skip the pain and torture part; i don't have cash one me, but there's an ATM a block away, you gentlemen could even escort me there if you would like, and if you don't come back i might not tell the police of this little coincidence." Estelle managed the most authoritative and commanding voice she could muster up at the moment.
She had dealt with these types of crimes her whole life, being a member of one of the richest families in New York city had its perks, but it also had its downfalls -this being an example.
Suddenly, Estelle heard a pleasant female laugh come from her bedroom "Cash is the last thing we need, darling."
