Makings Of A Rogue

chapter 25

This was a whole other level of organised crime, a gangsters paradise. Alane only now realizing how naive she had been. she walked past them open mouthed trying to digest everything she was seing, no one spared her or Kevin a glance, everyone was busy with their task, some chating between themselves, some were even goofying and dancing, very cormfotable in their state of undress, to music playing softly but clearly through the surgically clean air conditioned place.
it was a disturbing sight for Alane, but not coz of the state of undress of the occupants or the business going on she had seen worse, but the idea and the shear magnitude that such a place existed in a first world country in a major city.
Only the familiarity that Kevin and the song 'lean' by IAMDDB that was playing around her grounded her and reminded her all this was real.
Kevin led, she followed tentavly, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into. She felt stupid and coned by him. All this time she had  thought the timid scrouny man in front of her knew nothing and was too busy running a small Jewelry shop in uptown London. Where she would show up once in a while to harass him for information about his cousin.
They arrived at a lift at the other end of the vast space, it had no controls, and within seconds the doors automatically opened, they went in, the doors closing behind them, they were wisked to whatever floor they were destined to, she had no idea which one, there was also no control panel on the inside no way of knowing or controlling your destination. This was very clever of them, you only went where you were wanted. It stopped and they walked out to a lobby of some sort, an office, a fancy one at that.
It was well decorated complete with paintings which looked real and rare, poted plants which most likely were alive, lavish carpeting, snobby music coming from somewhere, a waiting space at the middle with expensive looking furniture and lamps. Now what Alane thought.
Kevin leeds her to the only person in the lobby, a well dressed woman behind a desk at the very end directly opposite the lift, Alane hadn't seen her she was well hidden by strategically placed  plants, she could see you but you couldn't see her unless she wanted you too, another protection measure  Alane assumed.
She picks up an office phone on her desk withought dialing and seems to be getting instructions coz she just listens, hanging up withought saying a word, she then stands up and leads them to her left to a small hallway.
She is a very attractive woman Alane now notices, and  can't help it as she  shamelessly stares at her ass and the sway of her hips almost tripping on her own feet when they finally reach their destination a well crafted mahogany door.
"Wait in here." She says as she ushers them in. leaving them inside an office, it was huge and no expenses had been held, walls of polished wood, a shandalier which was actual gold with drops of Crystal, pursian rugs, lavish cream and gold couches, a huge mahogany desk placed in front  of  big windows drapped in gold curtains.
Heaven seperated from earth by the golden staircase in this case a lift. Kevin directs her to one of the couches where she automatically sits still in shock and exhaustion it was a trying day. Kevin goes to a fridge on one side of the wall takes out bottles of water and gives Alane one and drinks from the others . She slowly sips her drink as her mind slowly settles.
"First how did you know I was being followed, second why would you bring me here unless you know I am not a cop any more and third I thought you were one of the good ones , fuck you Kevin."
This makes Kevin bust out laughing, he has one of those goofy infectious ones that you can't  help but join in and Alain wasn't an exception.
"Wait a few minutes, everything will be answered, your safe now, I have to go." Kevin replies after calming down, with that he walks to Alane his hand stretched, she stands up and shakes his hand honestly grateful for the little help he had provided so far. With a nod and a smile Kevin leaves.
She remains standing deep in thought, wondering what to do next, wondering if this was a mistake, why had kevin brought her hear, she starts pacing as she wait for unknown a very unfamiliar ground for her.
"I like you in those jeans," those words hit her like a good punch in the gut, a dose of dezavue washes over her, they were the exact words said to her over two years ago by  non other but the elusive Mr Scot. He had wispered them to her as he let them go after an old school Mexican standoff in Kenya.