“Who are we waiting for, papa?” Zayn says when he sees Framton talking to the important cabinet members about the absence of a person.
“He has my files. And his phone is here as well. How do I contact him now?” Framton was mumbling. The advertisement team could walk in any minute.
“I guess I have to cancel it. I cannot take actions without that file.” Foolish Edith, he thought.
The man with an unusual name was driving towards the Johnson’s siblings residence. The dense white snow to the sides of the roads were making him lose patience, the cars were moving slow too.
He was afraid his plan may foil if the Johnson siblings come back home.
And at last, he stops the car.
The strong headlight of the car reflects from the front yard all the way until her room’s window.
“They’re home?” Excited that her brothers have come back from shopping, Cassandra throws her phone on the bed and runs to answer the door.
There is supposed to be no one outside, other than her siblings. But that’s what she thought.
“Yo, Dan! Did you-” as she opens the door, she finds no more than a single man faking a pant.
Looking behind the man, she sees a car with the headlights on and shining bright on her face. The door to the driver’s side was open as well.
“Mr. Edith? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Mr. Edith was too busy checking out her scrawny yet lustful figure. He was having unusual thoughts rise in his head as he says,
“M-Mr. Framton collapsed, Cassandra. I’ve come to pick you up! Y-your siblings are already at the building. Hurry!” The man troubles her with a fake mention of Framton’s perfectly alright health.
It was already 8:17 in the evening, the December and a holiday for tomorrow made sure the streets were busy with people walking on the streets with their loved ones.
“I- I’m coming!” Troubled with the thoughts, Cassandra follows the male without hesitation as she thought Framton was about to have a reason to die at the time mentioned on her palm. She was panicking to the thought that this was a clue… and there will be no time for her to save him.
She only had 17 minutes of time to save him. Death would ring at his doorbell at 20:34…
“Can we go a little faster, sir? I- I’m worried about papa.” Cassandra innocently asks the male.
“Yes, young miss. But the roads are slippery I’m afraid.” He too fakes tension and stress as the girl begins biting on her fingernails.
“Please be alright… please be alright…” she suddenly remembers that she forgot her phone in her bedroom.
“S-sir, could you please lend me your phone? I-”
“Miss, I forgot about mine at the office in a hurry as well. Don’t worry, miss. We will reach the building in no time.” The man says, his intentions weren’t being spelled out, thanks to his acting.
On the other hand, Zayn was constantly ringing her phone which was on the bed, back at their residence.
“Come on, pick it up… pick it up…” Zayn was way too worried about Cassandra. He doesn’t notice the disappearance of the male who informs his cabinet crew.
“I may have a copy of it in my car, people. Let me fetch it.” Says Framton as he leaves the space without Zayn’s knowledge. Zayn was having his own puzzled thoughts. He was deathly worried about his girl who was alone and unarmed and helpless back at home.
He then calls to Louis who just enters through the open door. He switches the lights on, and just then, he receives a call from Zayn.
“Hello?” He says with furrowed eyebrows.
“Louis, is Cassandra home?”
“No… wait, where’d she go?” Trying to put the girl in a conference call, he suddenly hears the ringtone from her bedroom.
“Shit, she has her phone at home. What the fuck…” Louis goes to check the security cameras installed in the house as he notices the girl running off with someone.
“I can’t see their fucking face!” Louis yells in frustration.
“Why’d she even leave with that man!? Fucking Jesus!” Yelling, Zayn quickly rushes out of the building, forgetting about his grandfather who only had 7 more minutes on his clock.
Framton goes to the washroom to take a leak, going back to the lift to enter the parking lot. Within thirty seconds, Zayn takes the car and races down the streets to find the girl.
However, the black SUV was just entering the parking space as the male sees how dark the parking space was.
He was disappointed that the streets were full of people and the night was still young. He couldn’t force himself on her with spectators all over the street.
Cassandra seems to have practiced the routes to the office as well. When he ‘accidentally’ took a few wrong turns, she immediately corrected him. His squad of criminals were waiting for him to kidnap the delicious looking girl in the parking lot, leaving it to be his last resort.
Out of the three groups that he carefully stationed at each location, the building’s parking lot seemed to be a success.
He stop the car at the very corner, it was pitch black.
“Open the door sir, I’m-”
“I was meant to ask you this, Young Miss…” she looks at the man who unbuckles his seat belt.
“Are you a virgin, princess?”
Back at Zayn, he was having a great panic in his heart when he hears Louis screaming in frustration on the phone. It seemed like a well planned kidnapping of Cassandra.
Zayn couldn’t help but notice the disappearance of Mr. Edith out of the blue. He forgot his phone in the hall as well. He seemed like a suspect to Zayn.
Especially ruling in the nasty stares he had when he looked at Cassandra.
“Louis! I’m going back to the building!” Something in his instinct says.
But he figured it was too late.
Zayn was regretting his impulsive decision.
He almost considered Framton, his own grandfather to accept his timed death but he would save his lover from any emotional or ohysical abuse. She was definitely kidnapped and he could figure out the kidnapper as well.
“I’ll do my search here too. Find her, Zayn! Find my sister!”
“On it, shit!” The tyres screech against the slippery road as Zayn takes a dangerous u-turn.