Isabella Montague.
It was around twelve in the afternoon when I got the text that had me pausing my action of going through the folders I’d gotten regarding the upcoming shareholders meeting. Lifting my gaze off the folder, I shifted it to the phone by my side, whose screen is lit up from the message that just came through.
My eyes took in the single line message there, an address that has my brows drawing in, and my lips slanting into a deep frown. My gaze lingered on the caller ID for a second longer, before I find myself closing the folder and pushing it to align with the other folders there mounting my table.
Pushing my chair back, I extended my hand to remove my coat from the coat hanger and shrug it on, before picking up my bag and my phone, making my way out of the office. Just as I’d opened the door, I was met with the sight of Amy approaching me, no doubt about to make her way into the office.
She arched a brow slightly when she gave me a onceover, her brows drawing in question. “Are you going somewhere?” She inquired, her gaze lingering on my face.
I offered her a small nod, then nodded. “I’m done for the day.”
My response only seemed to confuse her further, and I don’t blame her for it really. Her eyes dilated, her lips falling open agape like a fish out of water. “Uhm…what?” She questioned, as if she couldn’t believe what she just heard. “You’re done for the day?” She repeated, her gaze dropping to the folders in her hand. “Then why did you ask me to bring these?”
My eyes followed hers, landing on the pile of documents I was planning to go through, all in an attempt to find some answers for tomorrow. Then, my lips slanted into a small smile, as I met her gaze again. “Don’t worry about them.” My words didn’t seem to comfort her in the slightest, but I wasn’t in the mood to satisfy her curiosity or comfort her despite she being the one in the picture.
Another line of worry formed on her forehead.
I held my smile in place, closing the distance between us as I patted her shoulder slightly, “I’ll get going now. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Wait, but…” Her curious eyes followed me, her lips parted to utter the questions she has in mind no doubt regarding my weird attitude. I’m sure she was expecting me to bury myself in work considering what is about to happen tomorrow, and I was too, up until a moment ago.
Not waiting for her response I walked past her, making my way towards the executive elevator meant for me alone, so I didn’t have to worry about anyone. I tapped the button that would take me to the underground parking lot, and about a minute later I was making my way towards my car which I’d parked earlier.
Getting into the driver’s seat of the Porsche, I dropped my bag on the passenger seat along with the phone, already having imprinted the address in my head. Swiftly, I made my way out of the driveway and onto the road, driving down the busy New York road with one destination in mind.
I managed to reach my destination in record time, and before I know it, I was pulling up in the parking lot of the club. Despite it being just the afternoon, it was already filled to the brim with people, music blaring so much that you can even hear it from outside-neon lights welcomes everyone into one of the hottest downtown club in the state.
The bouncer looked up from the line of guests as I approached him, and without so much as a word, he stepped out of the way, giving me entrance as he offered me a nod-the action earned complaints from the guests there that were quick to say something about cutting lines or whatsoever I couldn’t care less about.
I’d long discarded my jacket and bag, leaving it in the car-bringing along my phone alone for it was the only thing I would need at the moment. The moment I stepped into the club, I was welcomed by more blaring music and sweaty bodies pushed against each other, alcohols flying in the air while more neon lights decorated the place, matching the vibe. You’d be surprised how many people party in the middle of the day-makes you wonder whether they don’t have lives when it’s a work day.
Not paying much heed to the people there, I took a turn down the private halls, walking around the place with knowledge of it like the back of my hand. I passed by the private booths and rooms, making my way to the very end where there cease to be people, approaching the door there.
Pushing the door open that had the sign ‘OFF LIMITS’ written on it, I was welcomed by another set of steps that lead downwards this time around, with creaking lights that seems as though it’ll be out any time soon. It is the perfect place befitting of horror movies, one that would have turning around in fear of being caught up with whatever is down there.
I released a small sigh, closing the door behind me as I made my way down the stairs, my Louboutin heels clinking as it makes contact with the rusty metal staircase. The staircase leads down three floors underground to be precise, and at the very end, it leads to a locked, empty room that seemed to have been out of use for decades.
But, I knew better. Upon reaching it, I extended my feet out to knock on it, unwilling to put my fingers on that rusty, dirty door. One knock after another, I left exactly five knocks. A few seconds passed before the doors opened, revealing one of the guards there. The minute he saw me, he offered me a curd nod, giving me way to step inside.
I pushed myself into the out of usage storage room that reeks of pain, distress, and everything alike. There were about five guards there, all buff and intimidating, standing imposingly scary in their all black outfits and rugged appearances. They all made way as I made my way further into the middle of the room, where two chairs were set, one of which is already occupied.
Dragging the empty one back, I settled on it, crossing my arms over my torso. With one curt nod at the guard standing beside the other person, he made a move to remove the sack around the person’s head, revealing the sole reason I left my office I came all the way here.
She lifted her head up, her eyes wide with fear as she looked around, her body shaking. Then, she settled her gaze across her, resting on me. I could see the confusion and question masking her expression almost instantly, “You?” Her lips fell apart, disbelief coating her tone. “You’re responsible for this?” Mrs. Donnelly’s words were rushed, and stark with disbelief.
***
Isabella Montague.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.