They say that life is all about second chances. Josephine Quinn-the only child to one of the biggest businessmen in the country-moves to Portland and turns a new leaf in life after going through a traumatic year at New York, her old home.
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TIMOTHY
It has been almost four hours since Marcus – also known as the Boss-Man – came into my room and told me that his men were about to get Josie and come here. I was worried sick about it and I couldn't help but text her to not get out of the school building because that was the only way she would stay safe. I guess if they haven't been here by now must mean there has been some problem and I am hoping against hope that she found a way to run away. My train of thought gets blown away as three men livid with anger stride into the hall and come to halt in front of Marcus and me.
"The girl escaped. She beat us up and she escaped."
"What worthless pieces of junk you are?!"
"It wasn't our fault. We gave her the chloroform but she fought through it; and it was no light dose."
"You should still be careful. A single girl half your size beat up three of you and ran away, you bullshitting assholes!" He says and I barely contain my proud smile at that.
That's my girl.
This is the only thought that runs through my mind and I do not know how but I manage to supress my smile through the whole yelling. After a few minutes, I realise that everyone is looking at me and I feel like maybe I did something wrong.
"What do you have to say, boy?"
"Sorry, what?"
"They claim that you somehow warned her before-hand about the kidnap and that is why she was able to run away."
"That is such a load of crap. You came into my room and you saw that I was sleeping and even if I could text her after that, it would be completely useless because before you left the room, you yourself told me that they called you saying they already spotted her." I shrug and look at them, challenging a single person to argue with that. They don't.
"Why are you smiling?" Shit, I am? I think at the speed of light and turn to Marcus.
"Because I know where she is." He raises his eyebrow in suspicion and I smile wider, happy that I can find a reason to cover the actual cause of my smile.
"You do?"
"Think about it. There are only two scenarios that can pan out here. One, she is still in the school building, or two, she left the school building somehow and went ahead to lock herself at her home because it would take hours to locate her home, right?" I look around and they all nod in agreement and I get a splitting image in my mind about a teacher teaching the alphabets to the children and them nodding along to it. I once again supress my laughter and continue.
"Lucky for you, I happen to know exactly where she lives." I say and pan out all the details about her apartment, knowing for a fact that she wouldn't be there because we had discussed beforehand that if anything like this happened, Josie would immediately head to either her home in NYC or someplace safe – or at least definitely not her apartment.
