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2024-10-29 19:42:56Camila clutched tightly to her small bag. “I need to go, I need to go now. I cannot take it anymore,” she said in a tired voice.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea…”“It has been days without Elena. No one has heard a word from her, no one has seen her…” She wiped at her eyes frantically. “Mr. Richardson is nowhere to be found.”“They threatened to hurt her if you made any move.”“For all I know, they already did. I can’t sit tight any longer. I have to at least do something.”The man who had spoken up nodded in understanding. It was a small gathering of the domestic workers at home. Everyone had been thrown into a frenzy when they saw the security men at the entrance passed out cold and a hysterical Camila. They had spent the next couple of days trying to reach Mr. Richardson, they soon realized he was truly an island, with no living relatives or existing friends. It was hard to get to him with his phone being unreachable.They had eRelated chapters
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“Can I ask you something?”Orlando looked up at her. He did not hear her walk in.She was barefoot, dressed in a cotton floral nightgown that was much bigger than her. She was fresh-faced, like she had just gotten out of the shower, her long dark hair tucked behind her ears, her deep blue eyes evading his gaze, and she was biting her lower lip…Orlando willed himself to look away from her and back to his laptop. “Yes.”“I want to know how Camila, my nana, is doing.”He drummed his fingers on the table, contemplating whether to tell her the truth or not.Elena stared at him. He had not answered. “Luca told me she was in really bad shape,” she blurted out. “I just want to know how her health is, how she is faring. Is she okay?” She rushed the words.Orlando had been itching to know what Luca had discussed with her a couple of days ago. “Your nanny is in good health, she has been cooperative.”“Can I speak with her
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He rushed into the house, brandishing a gun in front of him, and pulled her behind him. He inputted the security code at the entrance. As the door opened up, he saw Merrill at the entrance. She rushed towards him, tears gushing out of her eyes. “They attacked the security men at the entrance, there was a lot of gunfire…” He pulled her into a hug. Merrill buried her head in his chest and began sobbing. They stayed that way for a while. Elena was terrified. She was with him when the call came in. The house had been shot up. The thought terrified her; those gunshots had been for her. They had come after her. One of the security guards walked in. He was a tall, burly man with bloodstains on his face and clothes. “What happened?” “They somehow managed to breach through the gates unnoticed,” the large man explained. “They came in a black van with no license plates. They took the men at the gates unaware…” “Any casualties?” Orlando cut in. “Three of our men were shot, Blake, Gun
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Orlando was anything but calm as soon as he walked out of the door. He paced from one end to the other, then halted. He loosened his tie. Despite the strong air conditioning, he felt sweaty. He hated this feeling, the vulnerability he felt, why did he care so much. It was just a light interrogation, nothing could go wrong, nothing could go wrong, he chanted in his head, yet his fears wouldn’t go away. He decided to occupy himself.He went down to the lounge, soft sultry music playing in the background. The place reeked of booze and sex.The light was dim, but he could make out the few people dancing on the dance floor. He walked up to the bartender, who left the other guests he was attending to and handed him a drink. He murmured his thanks, took a sip of his drink as he took in the length and breadth of the room. There were silhouettes of people in the background going at it. It was wild, maybe this was what he needed. One wild night to purge himself of whatever it was
