LOGIN"You see!" Triumphally exclaimed my co-worker. "We're at lunch time and nothing bad happened! Do you want to have lunch with me?"
"No thanks." I declined, feeling genuinely sorry. "I already promised to have lunch with my father today. Maybe tomorrow!" "Go on then, Daddy's little princess!" Enthusiastically laughed Lizzy, pulling a sandwich out of her purse. I waved at her and made my way to my father's office. On my way, I crossed several employees who were heading toward the canteen to eat. My belly twisted painfully as I remembered the phone call. How many people were going to eat without knowing about the threat hovering above their head? When I arrived in front of the glassy door of my father's office, I delicately knocked. "Here you are, Joan!" Warmly gritted me Dad as soon as he swung the door open. "How's been your first morning of work here?" "Very well, Daddy." I almost automatically replied, shyly looking down. "Ah, I wasn't expecting less from you, my dear!" Grinned Dad, wrapping his meaty arm around me to pull me into his office. "I knew I've raised an intelligent daughter!" During lunch time, Dad's loud manners once again contrasted with my shy attitude. Of course, while doing political meetings, he was more mesured. But I nonetheless listened with interest to anything the man who raised me on his own for the last eight years had to say. It took me a while before I finally dare to bring up what was bothering me. "You know, Dad..." I began, uncomfortably shifting on my seat. "Today, we received a phone call." "Yes?" Encouraged me my father with a warm smile. "The man at the other end of the line said that you had until midday to fulfill their contract..." I explained, feeling my throat becoming very dry. "Otherwise, they'd attack the bank!" "Did they told you their name?" Asked my father, his back straightening. "No, Dad." I shook my head, toffee brown locks falling over my face. "He hanged off before I could say anything." "Well, that's nothing you should worry about!" Strongly affirmed my father. "This is nothing more than a prank!" "If you say so, Dad..." I muttered, returning to my eating. I felt my shoulders unwind after I talked things out with my father. I trusted him so blindly that I felt stupid for having got so worried over a prank! Dad was a very smart man, if he told me there was nothing I should be scared about, then there was nothing I should be scared out. I almost wanted to laugh at my own stupidity. I was ready to leave my father's office when I heard a high-pitched scream; Lizzy! "Lizzy!" I yelled, running down the hallway. I froze dead on my tracks when I saw what was going on; A bunch of armed men was walking around the building, pointing their guns at the face of the employees. All of them were wearing black pants, boots, sweaters and jackets. They also had matching balaclavas to conceal their features. "Come on, ladies and gentlemen!" Urged them a tall man with the same low voice I heard through the phone. "Kindly put the money in the bags, and we'll be gone without causing a mess!" Panic washed over me as I stood on my shaky legs. The bank was being robbed! I did the first thing I could think of; I ran back toward my father's office. But once I got there, I only found the door locked. "Daddy!" I called out, terrified at the idea that something bad might happen to him. "Daddy, are you alright?!" "I'm calling the police, Joan!" He replied through the door. "Hide yourself!" I couldn't understand why Dad wasn't opening the door for me to hide with him, but I nonetheless did what he was asking from me. I ran toward the edge of the hallway and hid inside a closet. That maybe wasn't the best hiding place, but hopefully they wouldn't check. Leaning against the plain white wall, I slammed my hand against my mouth to hold back my breath. They were busy robbing the bank, they wouldn't go looking for hiding employees. I was safe, all I had to do was to wait here until the police arrives... "HELP!" I closed my eyes. Lizzy... They were attacking Lizzy, I couldn't stay there without doing anything! I took a deep breath, then ran out of the closet. I stumbled inside our office. Crouching behind her turned down dek, Lizzy was crying as one of the hooded men was pointing a machine gun at her face. "Come on, bitch!" He growled, this one having a different voice from the one I heard through the phone. "Quit your crying and give me what I'm asking for!" "Leave her alone!" I cried out, not knowing what else to do. The man turned around, only now noticing my presence. "Well, well, well..." He chuckled, pointing his gun at me instead of Lizzy. "What have we here? A lovely little lady!" I wasn't going to lie, the sight of this gun at a few inches of my face terrified me. But I refused to show my fear to this repulsive man who robbed the bank of one of the most admirable men of this country, but didn't even dare to show his face. "Go away!" I managed to voice out, relieved that my voice wasn't shaking. "You're not gonna find anything here. We already called the police, they'll be here at any moment." "Really?" Nearly growled the man under his breath, threateningly walking toward me. "You think you can give me orders, little bitch?!" "Go away..." I repeated, holding his gaze despite the fear devouring my innards. He cocked his gun and leveled it up to my forehead. Terrified, I felt time stop until a low, somewhat huskey voice booms inside the room: "And you, you think you can shoot workers without my agreement?!?" The man stepped back, pulling his weapon away from me. Apparently, he was intimidated. I risked a glance at the one who just stepped in. He was definitely taller than the man facing me and had broad shoulders, though I couldn't tell anything more about him due to his black balaclava. "T... That's her, Anton!" Affirmed the other bandit, seemingly fazed. "She said she had called the cops and that they'd be here at any moment." "Did she?" He asked, his low voice suddenly becoming excessively sweet. "Well, you won't shoot an employee unless I say so. Understood?" "Yes, Anton!" Agreed the other, fearfully stepping back. "Good! All my apologizes, Miss!" Smiled the taller man, stepping straight in front of me. His smile vanished to give him a more serious look as he planted his dark brown eyes into mine. "Excuse me, Miss..." He calmly began, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "I didn't quite caught your name." "Joan MacCarthy." I sternly replied, indicating by that that I was the daughter of a powerful man. "Joan MacCarthy, the daughter of Robert MacCarthy?" He nodded thoughtfully, as if assimilating what I just told him. "And did you actually call the police, Miss MacCarthy?" "Yes, I did." I frowned, hoping to hide my fear. "You better leave, they'll be here soon." "We'll do just as you say." He seriously nodded. For a moment, I watched stupefied as he ordered to his men to leave the building and return to the cars. I couldn't believe they were actually leaving when the tall leader grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with him. "What are you doing?!" I hissed, struggling. "Let me go!" "No, we're doing just as you said." He seriously replied, still dragging me toward the exit. "We're leaving, but we're taking you with us. They won't dare to attack us if we have the daughter of Mr MacCarthy with us!" "Let go of me!" I insisted as I was shoved inside his car by one of his men. "Easy on her, Mike!" Protested the leader, sitting on the driver's seat. "Sorry, boss!" He apologized immediately. Then, the robbers all went back inside their black cars. I tried one last time to leave the car, but the driver ignited the engine and left quickly, trapping me inside. I've just got kidnapped by robbers! That was a hell of a twist of fate! .After lunch, I was still eating the remaining crumbs of gingerbread in my plate when Anton pulled me by the arm. During the whole lunch, I was stuck sandwiched between him and a grumpy Mike, though I had the feeling that Mike was very often grumpy. Nonetheless, I managed to eat correctly without being stuffed, which wasn't an easy thing with Sue-Helen perpetually asking me if I had enough to eat and if I'd like her to give me some more food."Dear God, how skinny this child is!" The green eyed woman gasped at least three times during lunch, shaking her head. "You've got to eat, otherwise you're gonna be weak!" To be honest, I kinda liked the idea of having her caring about me, even though it was rather irritating that she insisted so much for me to eat. But I was also eaten up by curiosity. That was terrible that her precious daughter got kidnapped, but what did I have to do with Angela's disappearance? How was I supposed to help Sue-Helen get her daughter back? I couldn't tell, bu
Turning my head back to face Sue-Helen, I realized she looked like someone I've already seen before. But who? I frowned as I summoned my memories, then it hit me!"The girl on the picture!""Yes." Softly confirmed Anton, knowing what I was talking about. Sue-Helen looked like the young woman I saw on the picture I found in one the drawers, when I was searching Anton's desk. So, the young blue eyed woman with auburn waves was Angela, Sue-Helen's kidnapped daughter."But what..." I began, ready to ask what all of this had to do with me."Enough!" Boomed a nasal male voice, followed by a loud thud. We all turned around, jumping slightly for some. Hugging his knees, Tim looked almost frightened, his light green eyes wide open and a little teary. Anton had his fists tightly clamped onto the armrests of the couch, looking mortified for Angela and her tragic fate. But the one who spoke was Mike. He had ragefully punched the wall, his fist still resting against the light green wallpaper
I'm the one who asked Anton to kidnap you... Those words echoed in my head over and over again, shock and horror mixing themselves within me. The short chubby woman was still leaning against my ear with a soft yet mischevious smile, the strong floral scent of her perfume attacking my nostrills."What?!" I exclaimed, jerking away from her. "Why?!" That wasn't making no sense; Why would a fourty years old housewife ask the leader of a dangerous gang to kidnap me? The woman, Sue-Helen since that was her name, kept smiling at me sweetly despite my screams. Anton, who had been watching the whole scene with a blank face, took a few steps toward me and stopped beside Sue-Helen. Still very calm and composed, his serious brown gaze met my confused green one. What meant all of this? What did I ever do to that woman?! That was the first time I ever met her. As I vainly searched my memories to know if I had already met a Sue-Helen in my entire life, I noticed that all the gangsters were holdin
For a few seconds, I stayed pressed against Anton's hard chest, sucking in a sharp cry. His large warm hands were placed on my back, his arms wrapped around my waist. Eventually, he escorted me back upstairs, glancing all around us as he did. I honestly started to breath better now that we were out of the basement, but my heart was still pounding way too fast after what Mike tried to do to me. I was so focused on that that I barely noticed Anton leading me back upstairs. Once we were back in his room, he sat me on the bed."Are you alright?" Asked me the criminal, a look of concern on his face as he knelt in front of me. "I'll be back in a short time. Just ask Tim if you need anything." With that, he stood up, his tall frame hovering above me. He literally marched out of the room, his graceful steps not making him look less intimidating in the least. Tim himself looked impressed and stepped aside to let his boss pass him by."Stay in front of the door, Tim." Firmly instructed him A
For a few seconds, I stayed pressed against Anton's hard chest, sucking in a sharp cry. His large warm hands were placed on my back, his arms wrapped around my waist. Eventually, he escorted me back upstairs, glancing all around us as he did. I honestly started to breath better now that we were out of the basement, but my heart was still pounding way too fast after what Mike tried to do to me. I was so focused on that that I barely noticed Anton leading me back upstairs. Once we were back in his room, he sat me on the bed."Are you alright?" Asked me the criminal, a look of concern on his face as he knelt in front of me. "I'll be back in a short time. Just ask Tim if you need anything." With that, he stood up, his tall frame hovering above me. He literally marched out of the room, his graceful steps not making him look less intimidating in the least. Tim himself looked impressed and stepped aside to let his boss pass him by."Stay in front of the door, Tim." Firmly instructed him A
"Since you already ate last night..." He observed as soon as he saw me. "I really hope you're gonna eat today. Like I told you, you won't earn anything by starving yourself.""At least, I could lose some weight." I protested more for the fun to spite him than out of real rebellion, crossing my arms over my chest."You don't need to lose weight." Anton shook his head, handing me the bowl. "Come on now, eat before I feed you." The memory of his attempt to feed me last night shot back through my mind and I took the bowl, blushing. I was still unable to tell if he'd seriously feed me or not, but I'd rather avoid doing the experience. Sitting on the bed, I ate my oatmeal while wondering what he was planning to do next. The fact that he wants me out of the room meant that I possibly had a chance to escape! Impatiently looking forward this moment, I gulped down some milk. I maybe didn't fully trusted Anton yet -Who could trust a criminal?- but at least, I now trusted him enough to know th







