Dreamers- Book 1

Chapter Thirty Eight- Bellamy

"Bellamy?" There was a hesitant knock on the glass wall that separated his office from Sadie's desk.

Sadie stood in his open door way, her usual rosy cheeks and bright eyes pale and worried.

"What's wrong?"

His stomach turned, throat closing. There had been a tension in the air as soon as he had woken up that morning, not leaving him all day.

He had worked all morning, as he usually did, almost mechanically. He was currently sat at his desk, picking at the plate of lunch in front of him.

"Sadie?" He asked again, when he got no response.

"You have been asked to go to the government buildings. Your father said it was urgent. There is a car on its way for you." She replied sadly.

"Did he say what it was about?" He asked, though there was a nagging feeling in the back of his head that he knew exactly what it was about.

"No." She said, clearing away his half eaten plate of food as he stood and looked out of the window, watching as a private government car flew up the side of the building.

He turned back to watch his only friend walk sadly around his office, back to sit behind her desk.

"If he didn't say why he wanted to see me, then why do you look so sad about the prospect of me going?" He asked, walking over to stand in front of her.

She looked up to meet his gaze, taking a deep breath.

"You will know everything soon. You just need one more... convergence. After the next hour, you must not lose hope. I will talk to you again later; your car is here." She said, her cryptic demeanor making him raise an eyebrow.

He nodded slowly in reply, not letting go of her gaze until he stepped into the waiting car and shut the door.

Sadie knew what he was about to be told, and yet refused to tell him. Had his father told her? He doubted it... because then his father would have told her to tell him... surely?

If she hadn't found out through his father, then who had told her?

Deep in thought he looked up to realise that his speculation had lasted his journey. The car drew to a halt outside his father's floor of the governments building. At least he would just have to be vetted by one guard, instead of the array of security that lined the presidents floor.

Though that notion of relief quickly left, as he realized that his own father would soon be taking up residence in that floor.

He stepped out the car, and scanned his pupil in the lock that offered access through the door.

"Welcome Mr. Jezebel!" The hearty, overzealous cry of his father's personal assistant chimed out through the intercom. With her greeting the door slid open, to reveal a busy office.

He wandered, head down, to the seating area next to the welcome desk. He knew from years of experience that when his father was ready, he would be called into the office.

In the meantime, he let his eyes wander over the people who bustled about. He took in the black uniform of the guard, and then another and then another. Sitting up straighter, he swept his gaze over the whole office, realising that the one usual guard had turned into around ten. Each had their guns sat conveniently placed on their hips, their eyes feverently scanning the room as though looking for something- or someone.

He followed their gazes around the room, glancing over the government workers in white, the odd green and blue sat at desks filling out reports.

"Bellamy Jezebel- your father will see you now, go straight through please." The personal assistant said, catching his attention.