The Billionaire's Portrait of Love

Jessica walked down the lonely street towards home. She suddenly heard voices coming up a dark alleyway. She cautiously drew closer and peered from behind a wall.“Give us the pendrive,” a man in a mask said. “Don’t waste our time! We know you have it on you.” He struck a man kneeling before him across the face with the butt of a gun. The man fell on the floor writhing in pain.“You have 60 seconds to give it to us or yet still, tell us where you’ve hidden it, or we are going to kill you and go after everyone associated with you.”“I don’t know what you are talking about,” the man on the floor said. “I don’t know of any pendrive. Please believe me.”“The clock is ticking, Mr. Arnault. Tick tock. Tick tock. You have about 45 seconds more,” another man in a mask, possibly an accomplice of the first said. His posture and deep baritone voice seemed to suggest that he was the leader.“Please, you have the wrong guy. Is it money you want? I have money, plenty of it,” he continued to plead

Present Day“Hello, miss. I’m here to see a patient, Mr Arnault,” Jessica said to the nurse at the reception desk. “Are you a relative?” “No. I’m a friend. Sorry, an acquaintance,” Jessica replied. “Alright. Please wait in the lounge. I’ll have to let him know first.”She walked off while Jessica went to sit at the waiting area. She was at the private, executive suite of the hospital. She wasn’t surprised though. Mr. Arnault was a billionaire, afterall. “Please come with me, miss,” the nurse said when she returned after some time.She followed her into a room. Two cops stood at the entrance.“Hello Jessica, nice of you to come visit,” Arnault said when she entered. “I hope you’re doing ok, sir.”“I’m feeling much better now. I lost a lot of blood and an emergency operation had to be done when I was rushed in. But, the doctors say I’ll be discharged in a few days. I was lucky to have survived all thanks to your heroic acts.”“Oh, I’m sure anyone else would have done the same thing