"If getting my attention is the main focus of this excercise then you have made your point. You have my undevided fucking attention." I declare helplessly and tired of the constant taste of iron covering the inside of my mouth. As long as I am bound to this chair, I am not searching for Mia, which means that Achille and my whole fucking security team is now deviding their attention between searching for Mia and searching for me. And if there is anything worse than me getting beaten the shit out, it is me knowing that Mia is still out there somewhere, alone, unresponsible and hurting. "That is what you say, Graz, but you forget that I know you and that is exactly why I know for a fact that I do not have your full attention." She drag her forefinger from my shoulder, over my chest and up my collarbone towards my other shoulder. "Who has ownership of your thoughts?" "My business is on hold while everyone that is suppose to run it is now out there wasting prescious time looking for me."

Even tough the room was barely lit in the very musty and abandoned place I knew that we needed to get out of here, because they were planning on killing us anyway and we couldn't just let them kill us without atleast putting up a good fight and the time have come for us to devise good a plan to escape the clutches of this desolate place. We couldn't wait any longer, as each passing minute brought us closer to death. I have had the opportunity to explore the nooks and crannies of the warehouse, mapping out every possible exit and potential obstacles earlier on when I was making my way out of here with Clarisse, but my determination to protect Mia is much more fierce and I needed to do it right this time. No, surprises! "Mia." I whisper under my breath, while I assesses my surroundings from wherw I hang tide to a beam. My scroll over the beam noticing a sharp screw like object on the back side of the beam, not to far away from me, but I was going to get closer to it for me to free my han

I wake up to the sound of rain gently tapping against the bedroom window as I stretch and yawn, before turning to my side only to find Mia still peacefully asleep blnext to me and I couldn't help the smile forming on my face as I admire her relaxed expression. Due to the gloomy weather I think that it will be the perfect day to stay indoors, in bed, and just enjoy each other's company. I gently brush Mia's hair away from her face, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before getting out of bed and head to the kitchen to make us some coffee."Ciao." A happy Madelaine answers the phone after two rings."Good morning to you too, figlia." A genuine smile cover my face while I through some sugar into a mug. I haven't spoken to Madelaine in a while and I just wanted to know if she was doing okay. "How are you doing?""I am great! I made so many friends and I am killing it in my classes, if I do as so myself." She giggles. This was exactly what I needed. "How are you doing? Still saving the w

We are led to our table through the dimly lit restaurant tucked away in the heart of Bali, drawn to its intimate atmosphere and the tantalizing scent of spices lingering in the air. The soft glow of candlelight created a romantic ambiance, setting the stage for an unforgettable dining experience. "Ben, there's something about this place that just feels special. I have a feeling that we are about to discover a hidden gem." Her eyes sparkle with excitement and we settle into our chairs at a table draped with a vibrant tablecloth adorned with intricate patterns. Mia pick up the menu that she not so long ago stared at on the wall, her eyes scanning the list of tantalizing dishes. Pointing at a few options, she grin mischievously. "Ben, let's be daring and order the weirdest and most traditional dishes they have. We are here to explore Bali's culinary wonders, right?""Whatever you want is fine with me, Mia. Let's immerse ourselves in this gastronomic journey together. Surprise me!" I chu

The office is filled with elegant furniture, showcasing various sports car models. A large desk is positioned at the center of the room, where I find myself seated, unable to get my mind into what I am here to do, because Mia always seem to be my main focus since I met her. An older gentleman, Frank, stands by the window, contemplative and thoughtful. He doesn't speak and I know that his toughts must be with his company that he is about sell to me. This company that he started from the ground-up. He had nothing when he started and had to climb up the corpral-ladder, that took him years and now he was selling it off in one day. I can imagine what that might feel like, so I let him have his moment."Good morning, Mr. Damian." I blonde woman enters the office breaking the silence as her heel click agansit the floor as she walks accross the laminated wooden floor. "Mr. Anderson." She nod at Frank ripping him from his toughts. "The papers you asked for." Her red lips pull into a big smile