Addicted To A Memory

Chapter 4

Chase's POV

My shoes are making a clacking noise as it collides to the polished wooden floor. Workers passing by visibly widen their eyes as they saw me strolling around the hotel floor.

I can't blame them, I got this intimidating aura.

I walked formally in the halls of the hotel, greeting some of aquaintance and even people I don't know. I don't want them to think that I am a snobby, rich man.

I know some of my business partners acts like a king. They always believe that they live in higher society, so the lower class should act like what they are: trash. 
But in my company, we do not tolerate this kind of act. We believe that every human person have the equal rights, therefore everyone should be treated with justice.

Wow, I sounded like an activist.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, telling me that I have a call. I looked at the screen, it's Jerry, my assistant and best friend. I sighed loudly and answered the call.

"Yes Jerry, I thought we talked about receiving calls during at night" I questioned annoyingly. I asked Jerry to not transfer any calls during the evening so I can take a rest.

"But Chase, this is needs an immediate answer." Jerry reasoned out

"Okay, what's the problem?"

"Sir, we found a huge box in your door step. There is no label where the box came from or who is the sender of the box" A box? My brows furrowed in confusion, I don't remember any delivery that will arrive today.

"A box? I wasn't informed that there will be a delivery made." I'm confused.

"Well sir, maybe Mr. Holden's delivery arrived earlier than expected." He's right. Maybe that delivery just came earlier.

"Okay, don't open the box. Just bring the box in my room." I sternly ordered. I don't want someone touching my things since what's mine is only mine.

I may sound too possessive, but I don't like anyone snooping around my things.

- - -

I drove my Maserati along the lighted streets. Prostitutes flirting around, desperate to earn a fortune for tonight by clinging in the arms of men. Drunk men and women stumbling around the streets, laughing as if there's no tomorrow.

I remember that I used to be like that, bold and outgoing. But since my parents died, I took over the company and I realized that we all have to grow up.
We need to move on and start acting more mature.

As I continue to drive, a wave of uneasiness was in the pit of my stomach. Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen?

I think I am just paranoid.

I stepped on the gas making the car move faster for me to discover what's in the box. The box.

What is with that box?

What is inside of this box?

What is with that box that makes me feel so restless?

Questions in my mind keep swirling around my head and making me restless. I sighed loudly, good thing I'm only blocks away from the mansion.

I got out of my car and gave the key to the butcher, ordering him to park it in the garage. Then I continued to walk.
The maids opened the doors and I saw Jerry and the securities with him. I dismissed the securities. They might have a family waiting for them.

I walked upstairs and entered my room. There's the big box. I didn't expected the box to be this big. Curiosity got best of me so I started unpacking the box.
I thought the delivery was only the papers, I wasn't informed that there's more.

Maybe there's a bunch of bunnies inside the box.

Or maybe penguins

OR MAYBE A T-REX, what the actual fuck?

While I was having a mental debate, I can't help but to feel uneasy about my mind's suggestions.

Maybe there's a dead body inside the box.

I stopped unpacking when I had a realization like that, that fucking scared the shit out of me.

Heck, now I'm acting too girly.

I continued unpacking. When I open the box, the content is not what I expect. What. The. Fuck.

So what do you think about the box that Chase received? I think you all know what's inside the box ;)

Anywayyyyy, it's getting too boring here and my wallet is so thin. Idk what to dooooo.

Don't forget tooooo

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