The Billionaire's Game

Chapter 6 Annie

The waves gently rolled along the boat and the breeze rustled my hair. The smell of the sea was heavy with salt and a fishy odor. My legs ached from staying still for such a long time, but I can't risk being caught.

I took the solitary to observe the beautiful ship. It was white with a navy blue stripe boarding the edges. It had classic port Windows nailed into the ship, which had 3 floors. The deck was a smooth, birch color which stretched the length of the yacht. Along the front of the deck there were multiple seating arrangements to relax on and a huge half circle bar made of marble that curved around them. Behind the bar was the very front of the ship, left plain with no furnishings. I was directly behind the center bar, which was behind the small port door which led inside to what I could only imagine be a conference room. To the sides of the door were two steel ladders that made their way up to the deck of the second story. The ship I was on was truly magnificent.

All thoughts aside, I honestly have no idea what I'm doing. My inner goddess shamed me. I know why I'm here. But what the hell do I do now?

The discreet silence I resided in was abruptly broken by two men groggily roaming from the conference room and coming on deck. The eldest, which I could only presume to be Oliver, flipped down on the couch to my far left and mumbled something to the other, more handsome, man (who was most likely Felix). Felix nodded wearily in return and made his way to the left side of the bar. I scooted back in a hurry to avoid being seen, but he seemed focused on getting their drinks.

"Oliver," he said densely, "take it." He nudged the now sleeping Oliver and he awoke with a jolt, looking surprised, but smiled and dropped his eyes when he saw the alcohol. Felix clinked his glass to the other, in which Oliver took as an invitation to gulp down his drink. In moments he was passed out on the maroon colored couch. Felix sat up straight and took his full glass to the edge of the boat and dumped it out.

Did he want to get him drunk?

Felix leaned over the side and ran his hands through his tangled brown hair. I have to admit, he was stunning. Brown hair, golden eyes, muscular build, what wasn't there to like?

Snap out of it! You have work to do! My inner goddess scoffed at me.

I was alert and on my toes, crouched down enough to see him but he couldn't see me. He pondered at the edge a bit before laying down on one of the many couches and closing his eyes.

Now!

I ran out of behind the bar when the breeze was heavy and I was sure he was drifting to sleep, my inner goddess cheering me on. As I reached the door, I grabbed for the rope-tied handle and pulled. It swung open without a sound and I glided in, closing it behind me.

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It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the dim room I was standing in. The floor was a dark purple carpet, and the walls were furnished with delicate paintings and a variety of documents. I briefly scanned over them, but I knew I would have to go deeper if I really wanted to get a story. The woman that was here before seemed to had wandered further back into the building. I traced my hand along the carved wooden chairs before stopping and reaching for a pile of papers loose on the table.

A contract...

This contract states that Felix Coult, son of the previous owner and creator of "Glory" has full access to this document, and is to be granted it by present owner Diana Williams, whom will be payed with the amount of currency it was previously worth. Deemed £141297 pounds.

Glory? I've never heard of a document named that. Nevertheless, it was important enough that Coult was willing to pay a whole lot of money to get it. Eager to read more into it, I stashed it into my satchel. I have what I need, but without having "Glory" I'll be in the dark.

I turned to go farther into the link of rooms, but a icy voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Where do you think you're going with that?"