CEO's Love Triangle

She burst through the elevator, Jane Pearson, CEO of the Pearson Corporation, was running through the lobby of her own company. With long black hair flowing behind, her dark blue suited figure streaked past the reception, skilfully navigating through the stream of people, bumping a few in her way.“Sorry” Jane retorted, still in her stride. The receptionist, Lisa, and other suited persons were left in utter confusion.“What’s going on?” “What’s happening?” “Where’s she going?” they mumbled. Still in the elevator, her personal assistant, Alice Gerrard, could barely keep up. ‘How could anyone wearing heels move so fast?’ she thought, struggling to hang onto some office documents, apologise to everyone, and keep track of her boss at the same time.Pushing open the doors, Jane quickly hops down the entrance stairs, before jumping straight into the back seat of the company car her assistant called. She sat back, face crunched down in her hands, wishing more than anything for the ground t

The screeching had stopped. The air was calm. Everywhere was dark. It felt hot. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline was chocking. The engine was off.“Cough!”Slowly opening her eyes, she squinted, trying to make out what was I front of her. An all-black executive car, the same one Jane saw earlier, stood there breathing hot air at her face.She couldn’t get up. This whole incident made her forget she was on the floor and was being held captive. But her kidnappers were still alert, closing in on her slowly from their scattered positions, trying to take the driver by surprise.They took each step with caution, guided by the motions of their one-eyed boss. With each passing moment they closed in on Jane, who was still sitting, frozen still, eyes fixated on the cars bumper. She was in trouble.With a loud kicking noise, the engine roared. The car was on again, pulling away from Jane’s face, swiftly in reverse motion, knocking out one of the kidnappers behind. One man down.It then dro

“Wait, are you wearing make up?” Alice asked with her eyes wide open.“Yeah, I decided to give it a shot,” she said with a shy smile and blushed cheeks “you know? To see what all the fuss is about.”Alice just stared back, unable to process what was going on.“So? What do you think?” Jane asked, as her assistants expressionless face was not encouraging.“I, for one, think you look great.” said a wise female voice smiling from the corner of the door.She stood there, a woman in her late forty’s, leaning on the door frame, her short greying hair parted to the side in an elegant manner, with her pearl necklace complimenting a stylish suit dress. Jane’s eyes sparkled at the sight of her, with a mature though childish smile taking over her face. Alice turned and put-up a respecting face.“Aunt Sharon! When did you get back?”“Just before your little incident yesterday.” She replied, walking into the office.“Welcome back Miss Wallace. How was your trip?” Alice said as she approached.“It

Jane looked up in utter confusion, Michael jumped up at the sound of Alice’s panicked voice, he was ready for anything.“What do you mean? What’s going on?” Jane said, getting off her seat.“It’s Arnold. Apparently, he hasn’t shown up for work today, with no one able to reach his cell, and they found this not in his cubical saying ‘I’m afraid of what the Boss might do to me.’” Alice said.“WHAT?!” she screamed in a low tone. “Why does this keep happening.” Jane planted both her arms on her desk, using it to support herself, as she shook her head nervously facing down. Another bad day in the making.“Hold on for a second.” Michael said, turning his head on the spot to look at both ladies. “Who is Arnold and why would he have any reason to be scared.”“I’m sure your aware of what happened here in the office yesterday?” Alice spoke calmly, trying to explain things to Michael.“Somewhat, I guess.” He responded.“Well Arnold is the guy Miss Pearson basically ripped to shreds with her word

Michael ran Immediately, following the trail. Jumping over rocks, rushing through bushes, dodging trees, but he finally arrived, his clothes torn and dirty.He stood there, exhausted, in front of the station. Taking a short break to catch his breath and analyze the surroundings before going in, but he soon realizes there’s no time as screams emerge from the building.“PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!”‘That has to be Arnold’ Michael thought dashing in blindly. He came in from the front entrance, the station was getting dark so it was hard to see, but he could the sounds in the distance.Following the noises, Michael snuck his way towards Arnold and his captors; they had tied Arnold to a chair, the bag still over his head with his arms and legs tied.Michael picked a spot to hide behind an old dusty crate. Looking closely at the scene, he saw bruises all over Arnolds body, meaning he was beaten up earlier. One of the men sat at the corner scratching his head, while the other reached for a b