chapter seven

chapter 7

"Ma'am, it's already 9:30 pm we'll be closing soon, the bar man told heather."

"Are you sure we don't need to call a cab?.

"Don.... don't worry, I've got all these under control. just go", heather replied drunken.

The bar man laughed a little. "ma, it's seems you don't understand. we'll have to close the shop early today due to some security reasons. do you want me to walk you out?"

"Get out, I can go myself. you good for nothing Brandon. I... I can't believe my date left me. he's such a dick! I feel..I feel like strangling h___ "

"miss...miss, you're throwing up. Easy there, let me help you."

"Don't, don't! Don't you dare! Go back to your stupid bar counter and leave me the hell alone, goddammit!"

"what ever you say miss," he could only answer and he left her alone.

James Steele, a man in his early thirties sat on the front of the latest Ferrari model.

"I can't believe this kind of person," Mr Steele exclaimed as he checked his watch. "it's already 9: 45 where could the person be. I'm sure it's a lady, cause I know it's only a woman that can be so incompetent with timing."

"Fuck! I need to get back to my girlfriend." he smacked the steering wheel.

"Only for knows, if she'll think I ditched her for work. I'll have to call Mr. Kim one last time."

he picked his iPhone and dialed his number.

" Hello? Mr.kim?"

" hello... who is this?"

"uhmm, you're talking to the Uber agent. uhmm, please is the person still arriving."

"yes, she is. "

( I was right about the person being a she)

"but, she hasn't arrived yet. Are you sure she hasn't taken another cab."

"Nah...I don't think so.if there's anything heather hates more, it's public transport. just chilax I'll give her another quick call."

"Great, he hung up! how am I supposed to find her now when I hardly even know who she is. it seems I'll have to find her before she gets kiddnapped and they pin it on me."

James stepped out of the car, locked it, and started out to look for heather. God knows where she could be right now.

♪ 𝐼....𝐼 𝑔𝑜..𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟..

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔.. 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑦 *uhmp*... 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒...

𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓...𝑓...𝑓..𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦....

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 *umph* , 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛....𝑡𝑜..𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦___ heather sang intoxicated as she walked.

*beep*

"who could seriously be calling me by this time? Fuck!! fuck!! fuck!!"

"My phone! where's my phone! godammit!"

"Helllloooooo? "

"oh..my..God heather, I thought I told you not to drink too much." Kim said worriedly.

"I didn't drink too much," heather giggled. "I had a little to many."

" really? you want to joke, Don't you heather? "

"okay...I'm sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreey! so what's the haps?"

The "haps" is that your driver is waiting for you. where are you sis? you're getting me worried.

"you really don't have to be worried babe, I got this. I'm in the garage, standing but, I really do... don't see anybody."

"just wait a moment, he'll be on his way, Kim assured her.

"A he? heather asked sheepishly, I hope it's a hot guy o"r else?

" whatever, you drunk. see you at home."

"oh.. that must be her on the phone. hey, wait up! Are you heather?"

" yes....why? Are you a burglar? you want to steal from me? cops! cops!"

"shut up! shut up! I'm not a burglar. "I came to pick you up." he defended.

"how sure are you? how sure am I you don't want to kill me. I'm going to deal with you." heather reached for a pepper spray in her bag but, it fell instead.

"God!! see what you made me do," she reached down to grab it but, in the process, she threw up.

"we need to get you home and fast". James said as he lead her to the car.