Chapter three (not edited)

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ZAC'S POV

"Bro! Turn on the tv the news channel now?" My brother Ethan said.

"What's there?" I answer sighing some papers getting annoyed.

"Some girl Sandra is talking crap about you"

"What?!"

"Just watch the news" he cuts the call.

Quickly I turn on the tv.

"Yes it's true. Zac Nial is a cruel cold hearted person. It pleasures him to see other people suffer! If you are watching this Mr Nial I dare you to come here and face me yourself. Zac Nial is so arrogant. Just because he has money and power doesn't mean he owns the world. And you girls out there. You literally praise this man but you're only boosting his already huge ego. Zac Nial took away my job. Just because of a simple mistake. He is not fair at all! Even if--"

I switch off the tv out of anger. Who is this girl? I know she's the one that spilled hot coffee on me but who is she really. Who ever she is she just messed with the wrong person.

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"Karla!" I roar through the intercom. Karla is my P.A.

"Yes sir" she answers.

"Get  Davis in here. Now!" I say with anger. This girls has some guts.

"Sir" Davis Burges in.

"I want you to find information about Samantha whatever her last name is. She was on the news recently talking about me. Find every single detail about her and email me. You have 30 minutes to do so go." I say not giving him a chance to speak. He walks out quickly.

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In about 24 minutes my iPhone pings. I check my email and its from Davis.

NAME: SAMANTHA TRISTEN
AGE:24
DOB:1993 5TH MAY
PLACE OF BIRTH: LOS ANGELES
OCCUPATION:N/A
BANK ACCOUNT:5647
ADDRESS:QUEENS STREET HOUSE NO. 34 (A/N like I said before I don't know places in New York so I made the address up)
PHONE NO.:N/A

FATHERS NAME:SAMUEL TRISTEN (DECEASED)
MOTHERS NAME:CLAIRE CRISTA TRISTEN (DECEASED)

So her name is Samantha Tristen. She lost all her parents. I wonder who she lives with and at a very rural area like that.

"Karla cancel all my meetings for today" I say.

Grabbing my jacket I walk out of NEH and go to the underground parking lot. There I get into my SUV and the chauffeur- Max starts the engine.

"Where to sir" he glances at me through the mirrors.

"Queens street" I say double checking on the email Davis sent me. Max looks surprised but masks it with his poker face.

"Get ready Samantha Tristen" I say inwardly.







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