Making Memories With Ceo Mr Wells

Lily

I crawl out of the air vent, pull out my phone and start video recording as I enter the dimly lit warehouse. It is so creepy in here. I'm slowly getting scared as I walk further into the building but I strengthen my resolve. This case is very important and once I succeed, I'll get a real job and maybe I'll even start my own official news blog.

I smile to myself as I think. I spot security men walking around the building. A few of them upstairs, a few of them downstairs and others walking around. I scan the building for security cameras and find a lot of them in almost every corner of the building. The security here sure is tight.

Luckily, I dodge the security men and make sure I'm not seen by the cameras. I hold my phone tight in my hand and tiptoe stealthily. I spot a slightly opened door and walk towards it.

A gasp escapes my mouth when I find the kidnapped women and children in the room. I was able to recognise one child. His photo was everywhere saying that he was missing.

Before I step closer to the scared victims, a strong hand grabs me by the shoulder and spins me around to face him. I gasp and quickly frown.

"Let go of me." I say and push myself away from the guard. "I have recorded everything that goes on in this building. If you try to hurt me or them, I'll post this video on the internet." I say as I wave my hand in front of the guard.

I then realise that what I did was very stupid of me when the guard snatched the phone away from me before I could even blink. I purse my lips, thinking of a way to escape but the guard grabs my hand and begins pulling me.

I try to wriggle out of his grasp but he is too strong.

"I found a tresspaser boss. A woman." Says the guard, speaking into his walkie-talkie. He quickens his pace and tightens his grasp around my wrist.

"Get rid of her before she becomes a problem for us." A female voice, which I assumed to be the voice of their boss, orders and the guard looks at me. For a moment I thought I saw a flash of sadness in his eyes. But his expression quickly turns cold.

"Boss, how about we let her join the other people we kidnapped or we send her to Doc? Doc needs someone to test his drug on." The guards stops, still holding me. Other guards pass by us and glare coldly at me.

As they patrol the building, the attention of the ones we were closer to were mostly on me. I become frightened. Being able to hear the conversation between the guard and his boss was also not helping.

There's a pause on the other side.

"Alright take her to Doc. Kill her immediately if something goes wrong." The woman orders. The guard responds and turns around.

We walk until we enter a room that lookslike a lab. A a very dirty and disgusting lab.

"Doc? Are you here?" The guard calls out.

"I am. Please give me a minute and I'll be right with you." A male voice responds.

We hear sounds of someone moving around.

Then a lean man with ruffled hair and tattooes all over his body, gives us a crooked smile when he sees us and walks towards us.

"Well well James, what do we have here?" The guy asks the guard.

"A guinea pig. Boss asked me to bring her here." James, the guard and my ex boyfriend smirks evilly at me. Doc grabs a lab coat and gestures James to a dirty hospital bed. Doc and James force me on the bed and strap me into it.

"Take her to the boss to inspect her after you're done." Before I'm able to scream out loud for help, James stuffs a dirty piece of cloth in my mouth, smirks and walks out of the room, leaving me with Doc.

"Okay Miss. Thank you very much for volunteering to get tested with my drug." Doc cackles maniacally as he speaks. I didn't volunteer! I scream but it is muffled by the cloth in my mouth.

"This drug is called ZIP. The Big Boss asked me to prepare it so that we can erase memories of the women and children we kidnap before we traffick them. You, Miss, are the very first volunteer so sit tight." Doc laughs again. His ugly laughter pierces my ears as I try to break free and escape from this hell.

Doc brings out a syringe containing a yellowish liquid. I struggle to break free and escape this hell as Doc nears the bed, but nothing is working. Doc smirks at me before forcefully grabbing my arm and injects me with the substance.

I begin to feel weak and numb and my eyes feel droopy. I try to stay awake but my body has already given in, allowing the sudden fatigue I was feeling to consume me. The last thing I see before closing my eyes is Doc with an ugly smirk plastered on his pale face.

*****

Cody

I glance at my watch and frown at the time. It is 10pm. I'm suppose to go to work early and if I didn't want to be late to work tomorrow then I better head home.

I gulp down my last beer, pay the barista and rush out of there with my assistant following behind me.

Today is the day my father died 20 years ago. I'm supposed to be sad but I'm rather angry. I hated my father. I hated my parents. I hated my little sister, Kylie. The only member of my family I don't hate is my little brother Lee. But he annoys me.

Thinking about my family always made me furious. I lived a hard life as a kid. My mother treated us very badly and my father was a coward who never confronted my mother whenever she treated us like worthless kids. So I hated my father the most.

I may be a sadist but thinking about my father's death somehow gives me satisfaction.

I cut ties with my family immediately I turned 18. We were a rich family but my greedy mother never took care of us with our wealth. Lee and I were always on the streets working our butts off to take care of ourselves while Kylie was secretly being paid to always get us in trouble at the places we worked. I really hated her for that after I found out and I still do.

Once I turned 18, I thought I was finally free from my mother but I wasn't. My mother was able to buy shares in Wells Architectural Industries once my brother and I established it. I guess she made it her mission to ruin our lives. What a mother she was!

I run my hand through my hair, frustratedly. Because I was angry earlier, I drove with speed from my office to the bar but I drove past the bar and had to park my car three blocks away from the bar. I groan as my assistant and I walk towards my car.

As I pass by the alleyway, I spot something unusual from the corner of my eye. From the look on my assistant, Sam's face, I felt relief knowing I wasn't the only one seeing it.

We walk closer to have a look and were startled to find a body lying in the dumpster.

I decide to move on, pretending I never saw it but Sam grabs my hand and gives me a look. I arch my eyebrow and glare at her, telling her that I am just going to walk away. Sam and I argue over checking out the body for about ten minutes. Knowing that Sam wouldn't drop it, I listen to her because I don't want to waste anymore time out here.

Growing up, I learnt to care about nobody but myself and my little brother but now I am supposed to shove that thought away and help the lady in the dumpster. She was unconscious and naked and fortunately, she was also alive. I inform Sam that she is still alive and Sam lets out a breath of relief after I checked her pulse.

We pull her out and Sam forces me to wrap my coat around her body to cover her. Then we take her to my car without drawing attention to ourselves and quickly drive to my house.

Once we arrived, I put her on a bed in the guestroom and I'm left with no idea of what to do next.

I turn to my assistant. "Molly, clean her up while I bring a shirt and sweatpants to put on her."

"It's Sam. And what, you can't do all this by yourself? I need to get back to my kid." I shake my head and Sam's groans.

Normally, I don't let anyone talk to me like that. I would've fired Samantha for that but she was the only one whom I saw as competent enough to work with me and she was the only one who could handle my arrogant behaviour. She was also my only friend and the only person I trusted the most besides my brother, so I always ignored her behaviour.

I walk out to the kitchen to find my first aid kit. I go back to the guest room once I find the kit and give it to Sam to attend to the lady. She has a nasty bruise on her wrist and a bloody bruise on her other arm.

I stare at her body and Sam scolds at me, making me look away. I quickly get extra sheets from the closet in the room and Sam covers her with it. Afterwards, I get a shirt and sweatpants from my closet and throw them at Sam. I walk out to the living room, leaving Sam alone with the lady.

After an hour and half, Sam walks into the living room. For some reason, I was worried and it frustrated me. Sam notices that I am feeling uneasy so she assures me that the lady is going to be okay and asks me to call her once she wakes up. Sam also assures me that she will be here early in the morning to check up on her so I needed to rest.

I listen to my assistant, escort her out and check up on the unconscious lady. I made sure she was comfortable and went to rest in my room. After minutes of tossing and turning in my bed, I finally fall asleep.

I am able to wake up early the next morning. An hour later, Sam arrives. She prepares breakfast for herself and I and also for the unconscious lady, in case she woke up.

As we were about to leave for work, I ask Sam to go ahead, I was going to arrive later. I wanted to check up on the young woman. Immediately Sam leaves, I go to the lady's room but she isn't there.

I panicked.