SLAPPED THE MAFIA BOSS

Allison's POV:As I sat at my desk, pondering the identity of the mafia boss, I absentmindedly chewed on the end of my pen while staring at my laptop screen. Suddenly, an email notification from Josiah grabbed my attention. Opening the email, I found the details of the mysterious businessman. The email contained his name and other relevant information. To my surprise, the billionaire was identified as Jacob Hayes, a 25-year-old. I couldn't help but wonder how he amassed such wealth at such a young age.Perplexed by this revelation, I continued reading and discovered that Hayes had recently relocated to Dallas from California. Since his arrival, he had made headlines by acquiring extensive properties and outshining other local businessmen. It seemed that he had a strong desire to be noticed. The information also mentioned his involvement in an export business."What kind of business is he involved in?" I wondered aloud, searching for more details. Unfortunately, the information about h

Allison's POV:I continued running, my heart racing uncontrollably. I could have abandoned the plan to investigate him, but I didn't. My ambition to advance in my career pushed me forward, leading me into a situation where escape seemed impossible. Those people chased after me as I screamed and ran, consumed by fear."Stop!" one of them shouted from behind, followed by another gunshot that made me scream even louder. "Please!" I pleaded, crying as I ran with all my might. Gunshots rang out behind me, narrowly missing me as I managed to run away. Running towards the right, I reached the road, constantly glancing back to see if they were still pursuing me. However, as soon as I turned to face the road, a car nearly collided with me. I screamed, but the car stopped just in time. Gasping for breath, I stared at the vehicle in disbelief.To my surprise, the person who stepped out of the car and walked towards me had fawn hair, rosy white skin, and sterling grey eyes. It was Isaac, my colle

Allison's POV:I couldn't close my mouth, blink my eyes, or breathe anymore. It felt like I had frozen upon hearing his voice. I couldn't believe he called me like that. His voice was deep and mysterious. I could sense the danger just from his voice, and I gulped hard, struggling to catch my breath. Though I managed to regain my breath, I still couldn't speak or blink."Are you out of your shock now?" he asked, and I trembled, pulling the phone away from my ear and looking down at the number. It still showed as a private number, and I couldn't believe it. I wished it was just a dream, but it was happening in reality. My hands shook as I rapidly blinked my eyes and immediately ended the call. I didn't know what I was thinking by hanging up on Jacob Hayes."Oh, God..." I exclaimed, jumping up in panic. "What did I do? What did I do?" I asked myself fearfully, then looked down at the phone, contemplating my actions. The fear and shock of Jacob Hayes finding my number led me to do such a

Allison's POV: I couldn't divert my gaze from the men clad in black suits, their eyes concealed behind dark shades, despite their gradual approach. As my senses snapped back to reality, fear coursed through me, causing me to shiver and take a step backward, my heart pounding, and my eyes wide with dread. "No, wait, hold on," I began, lifting my hands in the air, but their footsteps pressed forward, ignoring my plea. I shook my head, unsure of my next move. "Look, I'll scream, alright? Just stop right there." I cautioned, then turned to steal a glance at the security guard who should have been stationed outside my office building. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen at that moment. Cursing my luck, I turned back to face the approaching figures, contemplating whether to shout for help."Hey," the bald man in the suit interjected, his voice stern. "Don't even think about screaming or getting clever." he warned, shifting his coat slightly to reveal a holstered gun at his belt. My h

Allison's POV:I swallowed hard, my eyes widening with horror as I grasped the gravity of the situation. I realized that my very life depended on obeying him, a chilling realization that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't believe it. I had no idea what he meant or what I was expected to do."What... what?" I stammered in disbelief."Sit down." he commanded, pointing sternly at the chair across the table."No, I don't..." I began to protest."Sit. Down." he reiterated, his tone sharp and forceful, causing my heart to race.With a resentful glance at him, I reluctantly walked over to the chair and took a seat. As I settled into it, I couldn't help but got really low. The table was now at eye level, and Jacob rested his elbow on the armrest, curled his index finger, and propped his chin on it, fixing me with an intense gaze. I squirmed uncomfortably, feeling embarrassed. Like hell! As I pondered the peculiar state of the chair, it dawned on me that its height had been set unusually l