I rushed over to the desk and picked the phone up off the hook.
"Please dial the office permission code to make an outgoing call."
An automated voice bleeped in my ear, further frustrating my nerves. Chance watched me from a chair on the other side of the room with his hand under his chin.
"Fuck,"
I muttered, redialling the number. My hands were shaking so badly my fingers kept slipping over the buttons and my vision kept focusing and refocusing, making it hard for me to see them clearly. I looked over at Chance for some help.
"Oh, the code is 23790 and then hit pound afterwards,"
He said.
"Okay, okay.... 23790."
I whispered to myself. Come on Rie, stay at it. I can't pass out now. I know I'm stressing so hard but if I stop now I'll crash. I stabbed at the buttons, trying to punch the code in as fast as I could. That's when the door opened and it was game over.
"Chance, have you seen- Riele, there you are."
Jace walked in with a smile on his lips and hand in his pocket. He was such an effortless actor.
"Mr. Norman, I was just helping this young woman with a call."
Chance said as stood up quickly and adjusted his tie. I hung the phone back up on the hook and took a deep breath as Jace came around the side of the desk and rested the back of his on my neck. It was heavy and promising.
"That's fine. This is Riele, my ex wife's assistant, I brought her here so she could think about joining my team."
Chance nodded and grinned, but his eyes told a different story when he looked at me. Jace squeezed the back of my neck lightly and leaned down to whisper.
"I've been looking all over for you, it's time to go."
He said. I closed my eyes briefly. I had been so close.
"Make a scene and I promise, this'll be the last time you see daylight."
He whispered into my ear, forcing me to stand. As we walked quietly out of Chance's office together he caught my eye and mouthed.
"Is everything okay?"
I looked back at him and made sure my mouth formed a perfect-
"No."
Jace closed the door behind us and then escorted me to his office with a tight, blood letting grip on my arm. I was sure it would fall off if he didn't let go soon.
"You have no fucking idea what you've just done."
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Jace -
It's almost 9:00 pm. The office fell into a dead silence, vacant of people. The janitor has cleaned and turned all the lights out except for mine but I handled that myself. The only sound was the rain outside on the windows, pelting against the glass. A strange orange glow has fallen across my desk, and casted shadows against the walls. Riele sits in the corner on the floor with her head down, her arms tied behind her back with the belt from around my waist. I stared at her with my hands under my chin. She was unmoving. Like a work of art. Still and petrified. And I thought maybe if I looked at her long enough she wouldn't notice, and make a move. But she didn't. Not for hours. I've been thinking about what I wanted to do to her and suddenly it was clear. I stood up, walked over to her and and kneeled on the space of carpet where her knees were pulled up to her chest. I lifted her chin with my fingertips. She had tears crystallizing in her eyes.
"I'm sorry..."
She whispered with her lips trembling, she slightly shook her head as I took her arms and made her stand on her feet.
"I warned you... Didn't I?"
I began to unbutton her top one by one. I took my time, looking into her eyes she let her gaze drift to the floor.
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