Empathy

Meeting Him

I began to panic again. Those bastards!

One of the two men called to the guard. "Thanks, Jimmy!" He called. My heart began to pound harder. I was scanning through my brain to remember their names. Marty and Frank I think it was.

Frank slit a key into the keyhole of my cell. My heart started to panic again. Trying to avoid the men, I ran to the back of the room awaiting their next move. The door opened, my heart pounded faster. Marty waited for Frank at the door while Frank began to walk towards me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me forward. He blindfolded me, and pushed me in front of him.

"Move." His grouchy voice in my ear, he tried to walk again but I was still.

"I know your names and your faces, there's no need to blind fold me anymore." I suggested. Frank made a noise with an object I quickly identified.

I felt cold metal press against my back. "Move!" he demanded. So I did.

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Why aren't the guards doing anything? Was it because of what I said, no it can't be. Three stupid guards wouldn't pass up an opportunity to lock up two murderers for a bitchy woman. I thought to myself as the two men took me outside of the building.

The men lead me to a car and we drove away. We where in the car for about 40 minutes, I wasn't sure where they were driving me since I still had the blindfold on.

After, they took me out and walked me into a building I assume by the brush of cold air. We walked up a few flights of stairs about maybe four of five.

The men walked me down a narrow hallway, through a few doors. I heard one of the men open a door. I heard voices as if multiple people were having conversations. We walked in, he threw me on the floor. The voices stopped.

"Who the hell is she, Frank?" Said an unknown voice breaking the silence.

"Bosses orders you know that. He in?"

"Yeah still in his office, like always..."

One of the men lifted me up by the collar of my shirt, we kept walking and assuming that we were walking to see "The Boss." I was more angry than afraid, so I was ready to see who this son of a bitch was!

We walked in and he threw me to my knees but I stood up again. I felt a hand on my shoulder push me down. I let out a hard gasp.

"Gentlemen, please." An unknown voice silence the air. I stood back up ready to face the bastard. One of the men yanked off the black bag on my head and threw it on the floor.

"Boss?" The man said.

I looked around. It was a dark colored room, everything was mostly black. I was in front of the two men, they were standing side by side with their hands behind their backs. In front of me was a neat desk with a man in a chair facing back. He was staring outside of the window. I couldn't see his face, but I was waiting for him to turn around.

"Ms. Ava Murray."

"How do you know my name?"

"We have people...That and we stole your police reports." I couldn't see his face but I knew he was smirking.

"Okay, you know who I am. Who are you? You 'The Boss?'"

The man turned in the chair, and stood up. I swallowed hard, I felt a knot in my throat. My knees got weak and my heart dropped as the tall, handsome man in a black expensive suit leaned over his desk and say
"Yeah, I'm the boss. But you can call me, Bret." He said with a smirk.