This has got to be the dumbest thing that I have ever done.
The craziest thing that I have ever done.
The most dangerous thing that I have ever done.
So why am I doing it?
I can't do this.
Turn around, Bre, turn around.
Take the next bus to home.
Get away from here.
Leave.
But I need to stay.
This is crazy but I have to try.
So, go in, Bre, go on in.
Ring the bell.
"What are you doing here?" a voice called out, interrupting my internal battle. "You need to leave."
"I, um, well, I, I, um," I stuttered out.
The man looked less than happy to see me, and hear me attempt to make words come out of my mouth, as he walked over to me. The man was in a nice, crisp suit that hugged him in all the right places. This man had money, and his suit yelled that out loud.
"Can you not speak? Or are you just stupid?" the man asked as he neared me, grabbing my arm the second he was close enough.
Again, nothing even halfway intelligent came out of my mouth.
The man let out a weird sounding growl before he began to drag me away from the gates.
"Wait!" now my voice wanted to work.
"What?" the man didn't stop as he drug me along the path towards the road.
"I need to speak with your capo!"
That got the unnamed man to stop. He turned and looked at me, his eyes hardening into a glare. "Why?" his question was harsh and his grip on my arm tightened.
"I, um, well, I, you se-"
I was not so nicely interrupted by the not so lovely man holding me. "Stop your stupid jabbering and answer my question."
"I need a job," my voice was small and quiet.
The glare hardened even more and I was beginning to lose feeling in my arm, so I looked down to the ground. A few moments later, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone, one of those new and fancy iPhone X's or whatever that everyone was talking about.
"Ho una ragazza qui, lei vuole un lavoro." the man spoke quickly into the phone. There was a pause. "No, non so come abbia trovato l'indirizzo," another pause. "Sì, sarà grande per la casa," another pause. "Le darò la NDA prima di portarla su." And then I was tugged in a different direction, not knowing what was going on or what was said on the phone.
(I have a girl here, she wants a job. No, I don't know how she found the address. Yes, she will be great for the house. I will give her the NDA before bringing her up.)
This time, the grip that the man had on my arm wasn't nearly as tight or painful, but the speed the man walked was making it hard for my 5 foot 2 inch, in the right shoes, self to keep up, but I did manage to get to have a good look at the man in front of me. He was easily over 6 feet tall, his hair was a very pretty dark shade and it was styled beyond perfection, which made my plain brown hair that was thrown up in a messy bun look like trash.
"Watch it!" the man yelled as soon as I accidentally hit his very muscular back.
"I'm so sorry!" I quickly apologized as I rubbed my nose. I guess that I should have been paying more attention to where I was going instead of who was dragging me.
The man said nothing else, he just glared at me for a moment before turning towards the door to the little guard house and punched in, quite roughly might one add, the passcode before dragging me into the room.
"Arms out. Legs spread."
Slowly, I raised my arms and spread my legs for the man. I felt like I was about to do one of those star jumps or whatever those torturous exercises were called from P.E.
The man grabbed a wand, a metal detector, and slowly swept it around my body, like I had anything to even put anything other than my hotel key and some money.
"Empty your pockets."
I slowly pulled my money and key out of my pocket and handed it all to the man, who shoved it in a bag.
"Read and sign this."
Shakingly, I held onto the paper that was handed to me and read it. This was a very basic Non Disclosure Agreement, stating that I will not say anything to anyone about what happens in the primices, speak to anyone about being here, tell anyone where here is, say what I saw or heard, basic NDA stuff, I guess.
So I signed.
Brena Lee Anderson
