LOGINTabitha:The workday felt like it was dragging on. The files kept piling up, and even though I finished them quickly, more kept coming, kept piling, like the universe was doing everything that it could to keep me in the office.Enzo had sent a few text messages, but I was still too mad at him to reply. I knew that things had been rough for us, but that didn’t mean that we would hear of a kidnapping and just act like it didn’t bother us. We knew the truth. There was a very high possibility that this whole thing was orchestrated by Natasha. “I hope Andrew is doing okay.” I groaned, resting my head in my hands and sighing. What if they were hurting him, beating him… Oh my god…There was a knock at my door, and I called from inside. It creaked open softly, and Nora walked in, holding a file. Her face was a cheery pink, but as soon as she saw me, her lips went into a hard line, and the cheer on her face went ice cold. “I was asked to give this to you,” she said coldly, dropping the file
Enzo:“This is outrageous!” Mr. Johnson screamed, standing up and slamming his hands on the table. The room was silent, eyes traveling from him to me and back to him. I said nothing. Johnson was another old fool. Still a partner but contributing a lot less to the company than the others. I could only wonder what was giving him the nerve to talk.“How so, Johnson?” I replied, not taking his eyes off him. “How are manners and politeness outrageous?”“You must be daft, Enzo, if you think that we, members of the board, will apologize to a mere assistant."A murmur rippled around the room. No one looked at Johnson. All eyes were down, even Nora’s. I guess I had found the culprit. I leaned back in my chair, a deep breath escaping my lips. “You have a daughter, Laura. Right? About 26 years old.”Johnson scrunched his face tighter, caught off guard for a minute.“Y-y-yes. And so? She isn’t here. What does she have to do with any of this?”“If she was working here and was called an incompete
Enzo:“It’s fine, Enzo. I think she will be an amusing guest to have around. Besides, what is the worst that she could do? I’m way older than her and I know that she isn’t above a good spanking, don’t you think?”“Natasha, stop this. This isn’t the time…”“I didn’t say anything,” she giggled, “but now I know a little more about your relationship with her. I guess she won’t mind a spanking. “Natasha…”“I’ll host her well, Enzo. Don’t worry. It’s cute that she cares about her friend. It might seem that you have a little competition for her care and attention. If anything strange goes on, I’ll be sure to let you know. Bye.”The line went dead, and I dropped my phone on the table a little too hard. I dragged my hands over my face again and groaned into my palm. Why was Tabitha like this? Getting involved in things that she shouldn’t, not listening to me, just thinking that she could do what she wants and fuck the consequences until later. If she kept doing this, then…“Urghhh! What is th
Tabitha:I stepped back, eyes wide, jaws slack. I couldn't believe that Enzo had just said that. Was he even thinking? What was he doing? “Enzo…” My voice was weak, hoarse. “This is serious. This is really serious. We should do something, call the police, get someone involved. We can’t sit back and do nothing.”He stood up and walked towards me. He tried to take my hand, but I pulled away.“Yes, we can, Tabitha,” he sighed. “This is for Natasha to handle. I know that you want to help, but we need to be careful. If we call the police, they might hurt Andrew. I don’t know what Natasha has in mind, but let her handle it the way she sees fit.”“She won’t handle it!” I screamed, stepping back, still in disbelief that he just said that, that he was on Natasha’s side. “You know that she wants the company. That this could be a ploy for her to get rid of Andrew and take over. I can’t believe that you would be quiet about this…”“I’m not being quiet about this,” he said, grabbing my hand, hold
Tabitha:I stepped back, eyes wide, jaws slack. I couldn't believe that Enzo had just said that. Was he even thinking? What was he doing? “Enzo…” My voice was weak, hoarse. “This is serious. This is really serious. We should do something, call the police, get someone involved. We can’t sit back and do nothing.”He stood up and walked towards me. He tried to take my hand, but I pulled away.“Yes, we can, Tabitha,” he sighed. “This is for Natasha to handle. I know that you want to help, but we need to be careful. If we call the police, they might hurt Andrew. I don’t know what Natasha has in mind, but let her handle it the way she sees fit.”“She won’t handle it!” I screamed, stepping back, still in disbelief that he just said that, that he was on Natasha’s side. “You know that she wants the company. That this could be a ploy for her to get rid of Andrew and take over. I can’t believe that you would be quiet about this…”“I’m not being quiet about this,” he said, grabbing my hand, hold
Enzo:The room was silent. Tabitha let go of her notepad and pen, and they fell to the floor with a thud while she put her hand over her mouth. I looked at Natasha. Her expression was shocking, but she managed to mask it with a calmness that I had never seen before. “Excuse me?” she asked, acting like she hadn’t heard what was just announced loud and clear. “You heard me, Miss Bolden. I have your nephew, Andrew Bolden. We want $10 million before we release him. You have a week before we kill him. In three days, we will give comprehensive information on how the money will be given to us. Better get your wallet ready; I know that this is nothing for a woman of your calibre. And don’t you even think of calling the police.”She opened her mouth to say something, and the line went dead. The room was quieter than it had been before. She stared at the blank screen, her eyes searching, her red lips trembling. Tabitha had tears streaming down her face, with her hand shaking over her mouth.
Tabitha:I lay on the couch, the TV was blaring, but I wasn’t paying any attention. It was late, past 7 pm, and Enzo wasn’t even back. He never stayed out this long, and if he had, he would have let me know. My phone was on the table silent. I didn’t want to hear another beep notification. I had h
Enzo:I sent everyone home for the day. The letter couldn't wait, and if it was what I thought it was, then Tabitha was in bigger trouble than I realized. I clutched the letter tightly as I headed to my car, my heart racing even though I tried to keep a straight face. "Good evening, Mr....." "Ha
Tabitha:“More pasta, Miss Hyest?”I nodded, my mouth full of spaghetti. I was about to order something when the chef came in. She said that Enzo asked him to come over before I ordered junk. I rolled my eyes. I could feed myself. I was working for a reason. I sighed. The food could only do so m
Enzo:The Patterson project file lay in front of me. I didn’t have to be at work today but I couldn’t be at home either. I needed to get my mind off everything that had happened: The agreement, the slap. I dropped the pen that I was holding and it booted the table slightly. It was the same one I h







