Amnesia

Chapter 8 Ginger

I gulped as I knocked on the door to Mister Alastair Ambrose's office door. Biting my lip, I waited for him to allow me inside. The door opened and he motioned for me to come in.

I scurried in, not wanting to make him mad. He motioned for me to sit, and I obeyed. He sat across from me and folded his hands in front of him, on the desk. He looked at me with an evil glint in his eye, and I took a shaky breath.

"Miss Smith," he growled, "You know why you are here, do you not?"

"I am sorry, sir, but I am afraid I have no idea why I have been summoned here by you."

"Is that so?" he leaned back in his chair, "Well, that is a shame, really. I was hoping you knew so that we could have a lovely discussion about it. Well, now I have to waste time explaining everything. Well, I have caught wind of a few broken rules. It seems as though you were late to breakfast this morning, correct?"

"Actually, sir, I was not technically late. I got there later than most people, but I was not late."

"I see, well, it also has come to me that you were sleeping before training and after breakfast."

"Again, sir, it seems as though you were misinformed. I was not sleeping, resting a little while my trainer set up the weapons used for training today, but I never once slept."

"Is that so? Well, I caught wind that you made some self-inflicted wounds."

"I do not recall doing such a thing, sir. Maybe if you tell me when it was I supposedly inflicted wounds upon myself, I would remember such a thing." I knew I was pushing it, but I did not care.

"Today, Miss Smith."

"Hmm, do not recall doing anything of the sort today, sorry."

"Show me your hands."

"Excuse me?"

"Your hands, Miss Smith. Show me. That is where I was told your wounds were."

I held out my hands, confident he would not see my wounds. I am a naturally fast healer on small cuts, so the ones from my nails should be healed. He took my hands and examined them, nodding when he saw nothing.

"Is that all, sir?" I asked, ready to be out of there.

He just gave me a disgusted look, "No, Miss Smith. Still one thing left. This one I know is true as I heard it myself."

I gulped, what am I in trouble for? I hesitantly answered, "Um... okay. What is it?"

"You question my sending a group of four out in search of Miss Wager, why?"

"I did not question-"

"Yes you did!" He roared, "I heard you talking to Mister Calnan! You question my reasoning! I do not tolerate being questioned, Miss Smith!"

"You just want her dead for a reason no one knows!" I screamed, "You have wanted her gone for years and I want to know why! Gian wants to know why! Heaven wants to know why! Kane wants to know why! Aspen wants to know why! Kai wants to know why! Hell, I bet even Blaise wants to know why! The only ones who know why are you, your wife, and Apple herself!"

Mister Alastair Ambrose muttered something incoherent to himself.

"What did you say?" I growled.

"A few... others know as well. No, Miss Smith, not other assassins, but something else. I am afraid I must show you. Jett, come out."

A boy about six feet tall with brown hair and amber eyes came into view. I swear he had not been there a second ago. He stalked over to me and placed an arm around my shoulders, smirking at me. I gulped.