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Miss LThank you for reading. Any constructive comments are always welcome and gems are appreciated.
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Reece This meeting has been going on for hours and I am about done with all of these guys. They can all go to f*cking hell for all I care. We are all businessmen. We have all done what we needed to do to make our businesses the best, and not all of those things were on the up and up. But, the sh*t that started to fly when I confronted them was ridiculous. No one wants to take ownership for their own involvements, placing blame and responsibility on anyone else in the room including me. I just roll my eyes and rub my temples, a headache forming at their bickering. I can’t even check on Lindsey to see how she is feeling. I made all of us turn off our phones and computers and leave them in another room that is locked. I don’t trust any of these guys anymore. Even Reg, although I don’t think he ever did anything to intentionally hurt me or my company, he has been just as involved as myself with these dealings and we are both going to pay for the greed of the rest of these idiots.
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Lindsey What did Angie give me last night? Seriously, I can feel my arms and legs but moving them is a whole other story and my head is pounding yet again. Reece is right, I really need to get this checked out. Without opening my eyes I turn my head to the side hoping my body will follow and get the blood flowing so I can at least hit the bathroom before I pee myself. As I roll over, instead of finding the edge of my bed, I am met with another person. It’s definitely not Reece though based on the soft feel. My eyes shoot open, the f*ck? I’m met with a whole mop of bleached blonde hair and the smell of drunkenness and vomit warmed over. I wanted to gag, but I had bigger problems. I sat up slowly and took a good look around for the first time. I’m in a giant king-sized bed with crisp white sheets and an extra fluffy comforter. The walls were a pale shade of tan with a couple generic teal and white abstract paintings hanging. To the right of the bed was a small dining area wit
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Lindsey The grainy, almost out of focus picture on the cover of the tabloid was unmistakably Reece. He looks terrible. His eyes have dark circles under them and his mouth is set in a defeated scowl. He looks like he hasn’t shaved in days, but he still has his trademark pristine three piece suit on. James and Max are flanking him, both looking equally tired. James has the purpling of a bruise on the upper portion of his cheek close to his ear. That must be from the night of the attack. My chest clenches at the thought of him being hurt so they could get to us. I jolt a little, thinking of the night of the attack. I start frantically searching for the date on the tabloid. It actually takes me a minute to sort through all of the text on the front cover. Apparently celebrities have been busy in the last few days. Finally in the bottom corner, I see it. The date is five days after the night of the attack. So we’ve been here at least that long. I slide that one to the side to
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Lindsey “Well that was a sh*tshow!” Dominiques exclaims. “And may I say I’m very impressed with your dramatic storm out.” “I’m not in the mood for your jokes today, Dominique. These people have put my family and friends in danger and have taken us. Save your insecure prattling for someone else.” I put as much venom in my words as possible. Her eyes bug out of her head, and then I see her whole mood change as she storms over to me, her full Diva showing. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, you don’t have to be such a b*tch!” She almost snarls getting as close to my face as she can without touching our noses together. “Of course you were, because you don’t take anything seriously. Is that why you’re thrown around from guy to guy?” I’m so over all of this right now, I’m taking it out on her. But, I want an angry reaction from her, and need her to lash out. “What the f*ck!?! You really are a spoiled b*tch aren’t you? Stop acting like you’re better than everyone else.” “
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Reece It’s been a week and nothing. Not a single damn thing. I would have expected a ransom request at least if she was being held somewhere. I am losing hope day by day that she is still alive, and yet I can feel it in my soul that she is still alive. Her stubbornness is radiating through the universe and letting me know not to give up. The thought makes me smile for a brief moment. I hope she is giving hell to whoever decided it was a good idea to take her. Max has interviewed everyone that was here the day she was taken. We’ve reviewed all the cameras and even tried to get into Lindsey’s computer, but the cords were missing from the back, which delayed us. It looks like someone was trying to take her computer and was interrupted. Whoever took her used all the blind spots in our security system. We only know that whoever took her used James’ vehicle. James keeps mentioning something about a secret closet, but when we ask for more details, he gets confused and can’t remembe
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ReeseIt’s been almost a week since I talked to Max about setting up a video chat with Lindsey and this mystery kidnapper. I’m not sure what is taking so long, but clearly setting this thing up is more work than I thought. Or maybe I’m just antsy to see Lindsey. I pester Max daily about it and the only answer I get is ‘nothing yet.’ What does that even mean? I know my mood swings are getting to my team too, but I can’t seem to get control of myself. If things aren’t done to perfection I have taken to snapping at people. I only talk to Max, Brandon, Angie and Anton. I find I get easily agitated trying to hold meaningless conversations with anyone else. Like I’m just boiling under the surface ready to explode.I have never felt this out of control in my life. I have always known what I wanted and gone for it. If people got in my way, I found a way to make them comply and be helpful or remove them. The only exception was my grandfather and now I know that has been one of the bi
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60LindseyBeep…beep…beep“We need her alive! What is taking so long?” A gruff voice bellowed somewhere not too far from me.Beep…beep…beep“She’s very malnourished, we know that for sure. We are still running tests. I’ll need at least two more days. She’s unconscious while her body heals, we can’t force her to wake up. If she was so important, you should have taken better care of her.” A woman’s voice called out hastily. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do if you want her awake sooner rather than later.”Beep…beep…beepWhat are they talking about? Who needs to be alive? I can hear people, but I can’t see anything and I feel really heavy. I can’t seem to move anything, my lips, eyes, my arms and legs. My breathing starts to pick up. I can feel the air go in and out of my lungs, but I can’t control it. I feel like my body is stuck in the sand, like when someone hurts you at the beach and you are fighting to get out. You know you should be able to move and break free, but the w
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