GAME OF CHASE (2)
Gold Corporation.
After the misunderstanding with her best friend, Rebecca stopped by her father's company feeling depleted. Not half an hour passed before she came out with a bright smile. She proceeded to her blue sports car in the parking lot. On her way, her purse fell to the ground and her instinct told her to calm down and hear her surrounding. Inside the dim reserver, she was all alone. Patiently, she took her sunglasses off and took her purse from the rigid ground but her sixth sense was intact.
She heard the sounds of footsteps behind her but she acted typically. The corner of her red lips curled upward as she put her sunglasses back on. Shortly, just as she opened the door. In a flash, there was a thud in the serene place, Rebecca fisting her hand.
A man was laying on the floor touching his throat and whining in vigorous pain. Rebecca dusted her blue laced shirt and glared at the other men, who cowered backwards. They were still shocked by what had occurred. She was like a martial art master.
The way their boss had tried to cover her mouth, all of a sudden, a kick was launched at him. She dug her fingers into the bicep of his swinging arms and ripped at his muscle. Next, she mercilessly scratched him on the face with her long fingers when he was caught off guard, raking along his nose and mouth, then severely lacerating his throat causing him to choke and fall steeply to the ground.
Watching their boss in the state, they went one on one with her. Rebecca laughed out "You'd be grateful if you'd left...I am in a bad mood and when my state of mind is deficient, I tend to become....when...a psycho" She smirked, her green eyes piercing into theirs one by one.
The men cowered backwards but one didn't. Instead, he ran to strike her and then.....*BANG*. The man fell to the ground in a lifeless state, a hole in between his forehead. The other men narrowed their eyes and looked at the dead man. Scepticism brimmed them.
"Who's next?" Her eyes were fierce. She was being audacious and crude now that the men were clueless about her gender.
No response, Rebecca returned the gun to her pulse and entered the sports car feeling herself "Like I thought" She smiled. She remembered something and tapped the frame of the car window to get their attention.
"You!" She pointed at the youngest of them, who was beginning to shiver from fear. He looked at his colleagues and approached her.
"Hand your phone over" She commanded. Scared for his life, he took his phone from his pocket and gave her. Rebecca snatched it and went directly to the message log. She typed on the present message and frowned.
'Enemies are enemies and a friend of your enemy is an enemy as well' She was lost in thought. She opened the call log and she thought that was the last call. Annoyed, she pressed the call button.
"Hello" A dry aloof voice cried from the other side. Rebecca clenched her fist as she heard that damp deep voice. When the person heard no response, his eyes constricted and hardened "You know?"
Rebecca gritted "Mr Orlando Bloom, I kindly preserve my piece of mind...yesterday was just a night stand alright and stop being a d*ck as you are making a fuss over nothing. Even if you were to become the last man on the earth, I still wouldn't desire you. Enemies always become enemies and I hope we never cross roads ever again. Fuck out!!" She hung the call and threw the phone over to the owner. Her eyes were dark and aggressive, no longer beautiful like before. She pugnaciously started the car and drove off.
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On the other side.
There was a man sitting on a huge sofa in the centre of the room, with his legs crossed. The room was dimmed as the thick smoke coming from the cigarette suffused through the entire room. His hand was twirling the phone before he flung it.
He ran his hand through his ponytailed blonde hair 'When did you begin the chase? Adrain...you have a mission here and don't let that woman divert your mind' He was muttering, convincing himself but every single time, the image of the sex the previous night would cloud on his mind. Fuck!!! She was really f*cking with him. Her round perky boobs, her flirtatious plump lips and of all her sweet taste. He'd admit, in the States, he'd f*ck lots of blondes but they weren't close to being like her. She was so salivating and to be kept.
'Have or leave her'
He carried the laptop from the table stand and typed 'Get it and make sure it is sent today. If there's no response, I will do it my own way' he stopped, looked at the writings and pressed the sent button.
'i will do it forcefully' His handsomely defined face tightened.
The loud sound of a ping reverberated in the tranquil room. Adrain took a glance at the words and set his gun.
'Got it, Boss'
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