The Boss' Daughter (On hold)

02

The car ride was long and silent, other than Mike, who had fallen asleep and was snoring. I couldn't see where we were headed because there were no windows in the back of the van, and there was a divide between the back section and drivers and passengers' seat, much like you'd see in a limo except way less glamorous.

Finally, the van pulled to a stop. I heard Vickie get out the car and slam the door, waking up Mike.

Vickie opened the door and glared at me. "Mike, tie her up and bring her into the room,'' she told him and then left.

I gave Mike a pleading look. He hesitated before he grabbed the rope at his feet and told me to turn around. I reluctantly complied and he tightly tied my hands behind my back. He helped me out of the van then took a blindfold out of his pocket and tied it around my eyes.

He began to guide me. We walked a pretty short distance and took a turn. We stopped and he left my side for a second. I heard a door open, then he continued to guide me. After another short walk and two turns, he guided me to a chair and sat me down in it. I heard rustling then felt my legs being tied to the chair.

My blindfold was taken off, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lighted room. The room was not that large, the walls were painted grey, and other than the chair I sat in, there was no furniture.

"Do you know where the boss is?" Mike asked someone in the corner of the room that was not lit by light. Vickie emerged from the darkness.

"He's on his way. About twenty minutes from here," she replied as she glared at me. "When he gets here he'll question her about the whereabouts of her father and a few other things," she paused, "and I'm sure he'll do whatever it takes to get some answers." She spat at my feet then walked back to her corner.

Mike sighed and shook his head. "You've got to learn to stop holding a grudge."

About twenty minutes later, a man flanked with two bulky bodyguards entered the room. The man wore a black suit and sunglasses, he had short blonde hair, and I could tell he was only a few inches taller than me.

"Hello Arabella, I'm Steve," the man in the suit greeted with fake friendliness, "but more importantly, I'm the man who will end your life if you do not cooperate." He snapped his finger and one of his bodyguards brought a chair into the room, they sat it directly in front of me and Steve sat down.

"Let's just cut to the chase, where is your father?" Steve asked. I gave him a look of confusion.

"My father is dead," I told him and he shook his head in response.

"No he's not," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Yes," I urged, "yes he is. My mom told me that he died when I was a baby." Who was he to make such assumptions?

Steve shook his head again.

"I know for a fact that your father is not dead." He was getting irritated and I could tell. "So just tell me where he is and this will be all over."

I was getting irritated too. Why the hell would I lie about my father's death?

"I told you, he's dead!" I insisted, raising my voice defiantly.

Steve abruptly stood from his chair, knocking it backward and startling me in the process.

"If your father was dead then I wouldn't need you. Why else would I go through the hassle of kidnapping you and ultimately jeopardizing my whereabouts," Steve yelled. He had completely lost what little patience he had. He started mumbling to himself while pacing the room back and foreword. He stopped pacing then slowly turned to look at me, realization written on his face.