Cults, deaths, psychopaths, kidnappings, and men in power.
She's an ordinary writer with an ordinary life. But she meets a powerful woman and dives into a dangerous life.
Will she survive?
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Later that evening, I sat in my living room as I rolled a pen through my fingers. Thoughts were going through my head. Thoughts I couldn't decipher.
After my short, weird meeting with the honorable, I was led by her to her dining area where I was feed with breakfast made for a king.
We both spoke some more and she asked me stuff about myself, my life, my family. I commented about her lovely family picture hanging on her living room wall and she smiled at my compliment adding that her husband and kids are abroad. Her kids' school there and her husband has some business over there too. So he stays with them until their long summer break before coming home with them to be with her.
To be honest, I think what she's doing is hard; Keeping that long-distance relationship with her family. But she said it's for the best for now. I asked why but she didn't reply. So I left it knowing she didn't want to give me an answer.
After our kingly breakfast, I was excused to go home and rest that my job will begin in a weeks' time. So, I was to take all the free time I needed because my time with her will be like literally living with her.
I thanked her for the job she had given me and left. On my way out of the house, I saw something strange. A small B.Q by the side of the house that looked unoccupied but in my spirit I felt bad things about it. I don't know, it's hard to explain. I decided to check it out. Just as I took two steps heading to it I heard a shrilling voice filled with pain and agony. It made me stop abruptly. I couldn't even move.
What the hell?
Breathing hard with my heart beating fast I asked myself who that could be. Was it a woman in labor? I mean who is it?
"What are you doing here?" said someone from behind me.
I spun around screaming, coming face to face with a handsome hunk of a man.
He was wearing a cap that looked like a chef's cap, black, long-sleeved shirt that molded his body { meaning forearms and pecks} it was pushed up to his elbows with black trousers and some really nice loafers and then lastly a white apron.
Yep. He is definitely a chef and a cute one at that.
Wait. I think he is the new chef.
"Did you get the job?" I asked. After my heart rate had calmed down. At the moment the screaming had stopped.
"What are you doing here?" he asked again. Ignoring my question.
"Oh," I said as I looked behind me then looked back at him, "I heard something but I can't hear it again"
"You heard something?" he asked as he looked over my shoulders to the building behind me.
