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A HORRENDOUS news emerged causing disturbing strike to public, the famous CEO of the number one company of a famous fashion brand was kidnapped. The famous CEO named Felicia Avimayor—currently being search by police officers associated with best investigators from different countries. 

This is what an Avimayor impacted the whole wide world. 

Almost all of the billboards, posters, TV screenplays in shops, radios, articles, and newspapers were covered with Felicia's image. Printed pictures of her were posted on posts and walls with 'JUSTICE' written on it. Even a graffiti art was made for her.

What is more depressing is the fact that there are no evidences that could help the investigators to make a lead of how, when, and who is leading this kidnapping schemes. Concerning aside from Felicia's kidnapping, there also childrens, and teenagers that were missing until today. Some were found dead, and some were rescued but no information was leaked about this criminal act. 

Even a CCTV that could possibly be used is nothing but a clear white grayscale recording. All was too clean and pressumed to be as planned wittily. This case is too mysterious and alarming also for the innocent people inside the vicinity. 

An open radio in a mini burger shop, a news report is in notice. "Two teenagers were reportedly missing for three days were rescued inside an abandoned house. They suffered with physical injuries, dehydration, and hunger. The two young boys have nothing to tell the police officers aside from being kidnapped by some random black bonnet men and started to torture them."

A young employee lady at the counter sighed. "It's so disturbing, what's the purpose of all this?"

A man who's also at the counter speak."Criminals are criminals. Have reasons or not, still they are criminals, "

"I'm getting too scared for late night walks and solo flights," said the young lady. 

"Scared of rich mafias," the man stated.

"What did you say?"

Criminals' source of happiness is chaos. It fules them. 

What made the whole public find out about an Avimayor's kidnapping is when her family received a mysterious letter, 24 hours after the kidnapping, in which her family assumed she is at only work. Everybody assumed it is. Stated in the mysterious letter was the threat of killing Felicia. Is was written in thrilling font of handwriting and red ink. In extreme distress, her family went to authority to report this letter, and shockingly made the industry quickly, as much as possible, put their entire attention and effort into solving this case.

They even put a price for the person who would tell, or find their daughter, but unfortunately, all of it were fake and false information just to gain the reward. 

AT Avimayor's residence, inside the living room was an open television. Felicia's mother is sitting on the sofa with a blanket covering her body. A tissue paper is on the coffee table, together with a medicine and a glass of water. Her husband went to her and sit beside her, cuddling his sick wife.

"It's almost a week and we still haven't any good news and progress in televisions and investigations," she said, crying her emotions out.

Her husband kissed the top of her head. "You know our daughter, Felica is strong and a fighter. We both know how her mind works, she doesn't give up on everything. I know she'll comeback...alive,"

He hugged his wife who is now crying out in distress. Losing a child would be enough to break down all her mental health. 

"How come those other people uses our own daughter for popularity! This is not for ludicrous act! How shameful they are..."

There are a lot of clout chasing inside the social media. People really doesn't care of how much this issue affects the family.

Her husband tried to comfort her by caressing her hair, and said. "They aren't worth our energy, love. Don't worry about them,"

WEEKS passed and still no progress and news. However, nonetheless, officials don't give an ineptitude 24/7. This head wrecking incident is not a reason to give up. Avimayor is a huge case. The married couple continue to put effort in finding their only child left.

On the other hand, this incident both resulted to negative and positive upshots. Inside the Avimayor's company main building, employees are in hectic schedules. 

Avimayor's secretary entered the vice president's office. "Sir, this is getting worse and a bit weird," she fixed her eyeglasses and stood firm.

Written on a transparent label is the vice president's name, Cedrick. He rolled his eyes and turned his laptop facing the secretary. "It's both good and bad news, and a headache,"

Secretary's heels clicked on the floor as she move forward. "Investors and withdrawing, and also... The number of the investors who invest doubles—ah, no, triples the numbers who withdraw...?"

"How I wish Felicia would see this. I hope she is fine. I even talked to an investigator about the case and honestly, they also had no idea where to start again."

The secretary played her hands and gulped. "I really hope she'll be found as much as possible. This is too clean for even the best investigators to find no clue for the progress of this case," she moved her head towards the picture hanging on the wall. "Please, be safe...*

A picture of Felicia, wearing her black suit, a fierce face and wavy hair. She is so beautiful. 

Internets were bombarded with a lot of vlogs about Felicia, a lot is mourning and presuming of her death. Some are doing make over styles with Avimayor products and do music videos for her. This isn’t the right time to chase popularity, but this whole hot burning issues made the world into fire. This is definitely chaotic. 

SATURDAY, Cedrick was supposed to be at home with his family, but instead he is at his office. Hussling with work that Felicia was supposed to do. 

His face was dead serious while reading emails coming from the new investors and board members. Lots of questions are needed to be answered all at once.

"A press conference should do," he murmured.

Suddenly, a new email arrived on his private mail. It came from the CEO of the second leading company, Kalixo Montenegro III. His brows knotted as he opens.

“Fvck…” 

He massaged his temple and closed his eyes hardly.

Kalixo and Felicia are enemies when it comes to business. And it is not a surpise if people protest for Felicia.

A hard knock from his office, a man wearing a blue hood entered without permission. He pulled down his hood and sit on the sofa like he owns it.

"What the fvck are you doing here, Kalixo?!" 

"Don't shout at me. Just do your work," He looked at Cedrick with his dead eyes. "Remove those people protesting in front of my building or I'll file a case against you,"

Cedrick scoffed. "You know you can't do that."

"Yes, I can." He shifted his position, putting his elbows on his knees and lean forward. "I have nothing to do with fvcking Felicia's kidnapping, and those stupid people are ruining my name. Get those people out of my building and you'll be fine,"

"And now your threatening me. Do you think I'm scared of you?"

"You should be, you don't know me," Kalixo said in a warning tone.

Cedrick paused for a bit before continuing to speak. "Therefore I conclude that I don't know your capable of, maybe Felicia..." Cedrick intended to pause and gave Kalixo a hint of suspicion.

Kalixo's jaw tightened, gritting his teeth. "Fvck you. The kidnappers should have kidnapped you, too."

ON the other side, a female wearing a red suit was tied in a rusty metal chair. The place was a dilapidated old house. She can't see anything outside due to the black sack covering her head. 

"Let me goo!!! Stupid people!! What do you want from me!!?" She shouted.

A man wearing a black bonnet entered the old house. He is holding a rifle. "Shut up, we'll feed you up later,"

"Fvck it!!!"

The man laugh. "No one can will be able to hear you, miss Avimayor. No one will save you," in his playful tone.

Felicia tried to remove her hands from the tight grip of rope on her wrist. Hussling to get it cut from the metal chair. "If you want money then I'll give it? Million? Billion? Fine!" She said as she scratches the rope.

Kidnapping a multi-billionnaire means they want a huge sump of money. Isn't it kidnap for ransom? No one will kidnap someone if they don't have anything that will benefit them. 

She's been here for weeks. Fortunately, she was being fed. And she knows nothing about what is happening outside. She worries about her parents, her friend Cedrick, and her company. 

Weeks of being inside this old house was too waste of time. She had no clue who is behind all of this shits she is experiencing. She tried asking one of the black bonnet man but no one answered. They are too loyal to their boss. 

Aren't they being too nice dogs?

Felicia gave up scratching the rope. "This is stupid,"

Suddenly, the black bonnet man went to her and removed the covering of her head. Revealing Felicia's beautiful face. Though her hair was messy, her lips are dried, and has no make up on, still her features gives a bright impression. She looks like a fighter. Her face expression never shouted fear.

"Boss will be here in a few days, make sure you behave or your family will be dead," he warned her. 

"Money is all you want, right?! I'll give it, just get these thing off me,"

"You wouldn't be hidden in this island just for money,"

Her brows furrowed. "I-Island?"

"Yes, island. You can't escape if you don't have a boat or a private helicopter,"

"Why the hell am I here for! Tell me! You freaking stupid coward—AH!"

The man gripped her face. "Listen here, all you have to do is behave. Remember your mother, father, and your friend Cedrick,"

After saying those, the man put the covering back to her head and got out of the old house.

KALIXO'S phone rings. He is inside his office, standing at the window and looking down to the people protesting outside. He grab his phone on his table and answered it.

"Everything is in the hands of Avimayor's company, sir." 

Kalixo saw police officers arriving and started driving out the protestants. 

"Good," Kalixo coldly answered.

"By the way, sir. Your father called and wanted you to speak up with you."

"Then why didn't he called me personally,"

"He thought your busy."

"Tell him I have time," 

"Yes, sir. Got it,"

Kalixo ended the line. In a matter of seconds, Kalixo's phone rings again and he quickly slid the green button. 

"Yes, dad," he said. He heard a loud noise coming from the other line. "Are you...?"

"Yes yes, sea is so great today here. I saw a news, what happened there?" His father asked.

Kalixo sighed. He pulled his chair and sit. "Chaotic."

"I didn't have a chance to see the whole story. But by the way I got no issues with it. I'm just going to tell you that I'm going back there to check everything,"

Kalixo and his father had a great connection. A beautiful connection of father and son. No pressures and such that mostly in some people at business industry has. His mother died when she gave birth to him, so he had no chance of getting along to her mom even for a short period of time. He longs for a motherly love, but his father did his best for him in any ways. For him that's enough.

"You've been having a hard time dealing with that woman Avimayor, I hope you are not laughing because of this issue," his father chuckled.

"You're the one who is laughing," 

"I'm sorry, son," and he chuckled again. 

Kalixo hated Felicia. They are born to be enemies. And hearing the issue doesn't look bad for him. 

As soon as the phone call ended. Kalixo let out a smirked.

"Too bad," he murmured.