2 Suit and tie

"Hello Mrs. Yasmine this is for you"

A black suited delivery man hands me a white box with a black lace bow tied elegantly on the top. I bring it in and open it on my table eyeing the dark blue ball gown inside. What in the world.

As I lay it on a chair I see silk stilettos with a black laced mask placed near the side with a letter attached.

Dear Yasmin,

You have been invited to this years swan ball. We're high end guests will meet to introduce interest and new ideas. Take your invitation to the entrance. May you enjoy your time.

~ Edward Lockwood

Well I guess i don't have to buy one. Running my hand against the soft mesh I wonder who got this for me? I've never been to a Ball before. I guess it won't just be the office. What is that secretary getting into, vindictive woman.

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After taking my shower and applying light makeup on and try on my gown. It fits perfectly accentuating my waist and cleavage just perfectly. I don't recognize myself behind all of this elegance and class. I have turkey hidden my identity. It's for the best. This letter states that higher end guests are attending. Maybe I"ll catch something off guard.

I place my shoes on and my mask last finally getting into a cab heading off to the ball. Dimly lit lights and a blood red carpet laying on the floor is much to expensive for my taste but I get out and immediately immerse myself with the bulky security at the front door. There gazes stray a bit to long as they read my letter, if that was what they were looking at. Damn this dress is to exposing for me.

As I walk into a giant ball room area I gasp. A gold chandelier lay from the ceiling with glasses filled with red wine and unknown people laughing and talking about useless banter. Flowing through the crowd I finally find Spencer talking to our boss.

"This seems all shady to me"

"Hey Spencer, boss. What is this place"

Spencer turn to me eyeing me up and down "Yasmine I didn't even recognize you"

"Me neither. I got it just today. This place, it's-"

Spencer cut me off " to good to be true. The reason we're here is to find any reliable source on the gang or mob whatever they are" he takes a sip of his champagne looking into the crowd of people.

"I'm thinking about retiring soon"

I looked at him and smiled " took you long enough, what are you going to do"

"I'm thinking about opening up an art studio" he face Brims with joy. "It gives me peace"

"I'm happy for you. I'm gonna get in their"

He nods as I walk away I get a feel of the crowd. A server offers me champagne and I deny the request. I see a group of men walking up the stairs into the second story of the building. No one seems to notice this off occurrence. Their must be something in these dinks. I follow them up and turn when they head down a hallway and into the third door.

What is going on. Spencer is right, all of this is just shady. Why are we here. What does the secretary have in this. I open the door just a crack. The room was dark. Only a single light spruce shining through from a window. Silently putting my ear close to the door I close my eyes and listen.

"What time is it" A deep voice hits my ears and makes my stomach turn with unease.

"10:30 boss when do you want to do this"

"Not now, spare some time. We can't make it look obvious"

"But boss they could find-"

"What the hell did I tell you. No, we need everyone drunken hazed before doing anything"

" that's good we got that secretary on our pay role, we would have never known"

"I want you to hold them until I can question them any further do you understand"

"Understood boss"

I opened my eyes "that bitch" I quickly put a hand on my mouth as I heard footsteps come near the door. I run down the hall and into the ballroom. I have to find Spencer and boss. I need to get them out of here.

When I catch boss I run to him yanking on his Suit sleeve.

"We have to leave they know boss, we're is Spencer"

"He left a while ago, said he got to drunk and left in a cab"

"You have to leave, now"

I run him towards the door and security lets him out but blocks me.

"There's only one can left miss you have to wait until the next arrives"

I can't wait or I'll die here. "It's okay I can walk" I try to push past them but they wouldn't move.

"Wait until the next cab" they push me inside and close the doors.

What am I going to do. I turn and almost half the people I see are swaying on their feet. I rush through the crowd and turn into the kitchen area where cooks are preparing desert that half of the people in this room won't finish. I look at the rack in the back displaying an unused outfit. I take it and change in what looks like a deep freeze hiding the dress in the far back of the produce. I look at myself through one of the silver plates I look like a serving boy with my already short hair. I bind my chest with my stockings so if anyone finds me, they won't know I'm the reporter their looking for. Just a young server.

When I go to open the door it's locked. Im locked inside a deep freezer and I am going to die. What a turn of events. At least Spencer and boss are safe. I pound on the door to catch anyone's attention but no one answers. I crouch down and begin to cry. Until I hear tremendous amounts of gun shots ring the air, screaming people hit my ears and I start to yank the door.

"I'm not going to die like this. I'm not going to die like this. Not today!"