Thirty minutes passed by after Vincent's call. When I returned in the cubicle, my friends were already there waiting for me including Ericka and Mason. They didn't ask me what's up and they didn't even show any curiosity with regards to my phone call. They probably thought it was just my mom asking for a report about yesterday.
Different topics were brought up while we drank our margaritas, but most of it was all about the company's possible next wedding events. I can see in their eyes that they love their work. Well... I do too and enjoy it very much. I could never see myself working in another job other than this.
As I look around the dance floor, I saw something very odd. The people who were with us in the dance floor were more hyped up than earlier. Their dance moves were wilder and for me, I think it bordered on ridiculous. I haven't been in clubs that much, so I found these scenes a bit odd.
"Hey, boss, " Jiezel, one of my prettier team members, caught my attention, "You should try this one. It's good."
She handed me a cocktail glass that contained a cloudy blue liquid. On the rim, there was a slice of peach and watermelon instead of lemon.
"Thanks, " I said and sipped on it a little. She was right. The liquor tasted good.
"Did you order this one? What's the name of this drink?"
Jiezel shrugged her shoulders. She looked a little bit tipsy to me, but can still manage her own movements. "No, I didn't order it. The bartender gave me seven cocktail glasses earlier and said that it is on the house. It's called Blue Lotus."
"Wow, that's generous of him, " I remarked, smiling, and then sipped on the blue liquid again.
"I need to pee, " proclaimed Ericka suddenly. She stood up but then tumbled onto Mason's careful arms.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, "Ericka, you're drunk!" She gave me a lopsided smile.
"Mason, I think you need to take her back to the chateau now. She looks ready to hit the bed."
I'm no older than my friends, but I believe I have a more mature way of thinking. I know when to quit drinking if I feel tipsy and I have an innate sense of what is happening around me. My friends call me the voice of reason in our group not because I'm their boss but because I act as a leader whenever it is necessary — exactly like what is happening now.
"I think so too, boss, " agreed Mason. "We will just take a cab." Ericka was clinging onto his neck like a koala when he stood up and half-guided, half-carried her out of the club.
"How about you guys? Do you want to leave?" I asked my remaining members once my two close friends left.
"We're still good boss, " my bespectacled Clarice answered. She looked tipsy too but nevertheless, still can move normally.
"Right, " I sighed. Looking at the time in my cellphone screen, it read thirty minutes past twelve o'clock. Most partygoers would probably say that it is still a young night and I couldn't agree more. Midnight is just the start of the party where anything can happen. Anything...
And anything for me started with a call in my cellphone for the second time.
An unknown number again? I remarked after glancing on the screen. It doesn't look the same as Vincent's number earlier. From who is this?
"Hey guys, I should take this call, " I informed them whilst raising my phone.
"Go ahead boss, " said Jiezel with a smile.
Seriously, if this is a prank call I'm going to lose it. It's not easy managing a sea of people while passing the dance floor in order to get to the exit door you know. I just hope that this call is important; otherwise, I would turn the damn thing off so that it wouldn't bother my momentum of partying.
I was still halfway on the dance floor, trying to wriggle myself out of the dancers all the while my cellphone rang. It seemed that the caller is a persistent person huh?
Once I was able to pass by a couple grinding on each other, I suddenly felt a hard object poke on my bare back. Take note, my party attire is a black body-hugging dress with an elegant drape on the back. I wore it because of Ericka's insistence telling me that I might get lucky tonight with it.
I noticed at this moment, the phone call ended.
The object felt like a tip of something. It made me jerk upon the cold contact. On instinct, I whirled around to see what was poking me and who did it, but as soon as I did so, a hand came up my left shoulder and then a voice whispered in my ear, "Don't move."
Alarmed, I did the opposite and turned to look at my captor.
"I said don't move, " the voice said and gripped on my arm tightly to steady me.
My heart immediately drummed like crazy. I guess my luck had run out.
The voice was from a man, slightly familiar but I couldn't really tell since we were still surrounded by the loud techno sound.
"Who are you?!" I shifted from his hold, but it tightened even more as a response.
"Act cool and walk straight, " was the man's only reply, not even answering my simple question.
Although I was beginning to get scared, I did as he ordered. We walked towards the exit with him behind me and my arms on each sides. I could still feel the hard object poking on my back. In my mind, I had a definite clue as to what it is: a gun.
"Good girl, " he complimented, but I just rolled my eyes.
"What do you want from me?" I say acting calm, but deep inside I was nervous as hell.
"Continue walking, " was his only reply.
My God, help!
This man could be anyone with a degree of Bachelors in Murder and Rape or even a salutatorian with honors in serial killing. I certainly don't want to be his next victim, but with him holding the deadly object, I don't have a choice but to be obedient until I get a good opening of escape.
We were out of the dance floor and were now managing the narrow hallway towards the entrance -slash- exit stairs. I remember that there was a bouncer standing guard on the opening, so with that in mind, I devised a quick and clever way of escaping my captor.
"Is that a gun?!" I loudly stated just as we were about to pass the bouncer. It was loud enough for him to hear. Surely it would raise a warning in his mind. But...
"Shhh..." I heard the man's snaky response.
"Please don't—"
"Keep your mouth shut or you'll regret it, " he threatened.
I did so obediently as the fear of the unknown got through me. My clever plan was subsequently forgotten. When we passed the bouncer, I saw him nod on our way, but I noticed that he was specifically nodding on the man behind me.
Figures. So the scary-man knows who my captor is huh? Are they like partners in crime or something? This was bad news for me. My clever plan didn't have a success rate since the beginning.
As we reached the sidewalk, clean air immediately filled my lungs. It was an advantage for me since I do not smoke. However, being outside didn't calm me at all since my captor was still poking his gun on me and holding my shoulder.
He pushed me into the road where I could see a red Ferrari directly in our path.
Figures again. Most serial killers are known to be awfully rich right?
When I stood right in the passenger seat, I heard him order in a stern voice, "Get in, " and this time, I couldn't hold back myself anymore.
Between fight and flight, I chose fight. Like I said, I do not want to be this man's next victim even if it kills me with the gunshot wound now (that's if he so luckily pulls the trigger on me, but I'm hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't).
"The hell I would!" I shouted. I whirled around to face my captor ready to make an uppercut (the only self-defense I taught myself) and saw his appearance finally.
The man was tall, like six feet tall. I was only five foot eight, but I'm wearing heels. He was wearing a baseball cap and night sunglasses. If I was far, I wouldn't have recognized him immediately, but our faces were inches apart and his damnable lips were the most obvious telltale sign that this man was the President of the Fancy Pants Club.
"Daniella. Inside. Now!" Erik groaned just as he opened the car door and pushed me inside.
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