The wrong girl

Away from the busy parts of Slough, out in the sticks where there were more open fields and greenery, stood a large house placed behind a gated driveway. Inside that luxury home, not too long ago, Mayor Clove had been informed about the sudden absence of his daughter.

“What the hell do I even pay you for, huh?! You’ve not only failed to properly protect her, NOW YOU’VE ALLOWED HER TO GET ABDUCTED?!” The Mayor shouted and banged his hands on the table in front of him like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

He was breathing heavily due to all the shouting he had done. Ben Clove reached into the side of the suit that he wore that barely fit him these days. The middle-aged man had been gaining a lot of weight ever since he had taken on this job. Bringing out some pills, he took three of them at once and waited for them to do their job.