Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 269: Meeting

Chapter 269: Meeting

Once, Emily had shared a bus with a lady who had been talking about kidnappings of all things. But she had not been talking about them in the sense of knowing somebody who had been grabbed and was sharing the story. In fact, she had been doing something so out of the ordinary that Emily had actually listened.

The woman on the bus had been talking about what to do if one ever found themselves in a situation where they were being taken. Apparently she had just read some book that was talking about that exact situation.

"Never ever let yourself be taken from point A, to point B. Because most likely when they grab you from point A. You are someplace that you know, amongst people who might recognize you, and realize that something is wrong."

"Point B is likely to be their hunting ground, some place where they are familiar with. Where it will be nearly impossible for you to escape. Point B is most likely where a lot of kidnapping victims are killed," Those had been the woman’s words. And though Emily had never known her name, and had only actually seen her for those few minutes on the bus. The words had stayed with her. And she had thought that because the words had stayed with her. She would enforce them in the rare likelihood that somebody were ever to try, and kidnap her.

But theory and reality were very different things.

When a wiry man had stood in her path and had looked at her with his blank dark eyes. Emily’s body had just locked up. She had frozen, fear making her comply with his order to get into the car despite the fact that she had no idea, who he was, or where he was taking her.

In a move that had made Emily not know whether to be worried more, or to use it as some sort of opportunity. She had found herself alone at the back of the car. A partition between her, and the man as he drove them out of the city.

Emily was not blindfolded and she was not tied up either. The man had simply just grabbed her bag, thrown it up front with himself, and then got her into the back. To an outsider looking in, it might have just seemed like an angry driver.

Not even angry, just an annoyed driver leaving with a passenger that he knew. No one would be reporting anything odd or suspicious. Looking around the inside of the car, Emily tried to find something to defend herself with.

The whole thing was clean. No loose pens, no pins...nothing Not only was it clean, it also looked expensive. Something that Emily took to mean that her captor had money. Then what was he doing with her? She made good money, but nowhere near the kind that could afford the car she was in.

Her mind shaking off the last cobwebs of fear, Emily really started to think.

Point A, to Point B was not something that she could allow to happen. They were still moving, still within an area that she recognized. If she managed to get free, she could still be able to run while in familiar territory.

Reaching out, Emily tried the door, but as expected, it was locked.

Given how expensive the car looked. It had no doubt been made with top-of-the-line materials. But Emily still had to try. Laying down on the car seat, she lifted her legs and began to kick.

The force of it so great that the top of her head actually hit the door on the other side, and Emily had to stop. Rubbing at the spot while looking over to see if anything had changed.

Nothing.

The door still looked brand new.

Holding her hands over her head to protect them, Emily went for option two, the window. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and kicked with everything she had. Once, twice...

After the third kick, she stopped counting and just kept going. Once her legs began to sting, shock waves reverberating up her bones.

Emily had to stop. Only then did she look.

And the sight that greeted her had Emily beginning to panic in earnest. There was nothing. No shattered glass. No spider web cracks across it. Not even her shoe prints were showing.

The interior of the car looked as pristine as when she had come in.

’I am not getting out of here,’ Emily realised, her heart sinking

Were she not alone at the back, her kidnappers there keeping an eye out, she would have at least tried to hold on to sanity for as long as possible. But without them there, Emily allowed herself a moment to unravel. To let the gravity of the situation sink in for a few seconds. She was in a car with a strange man that she did not know. Going somewhere only he knew, a place that she was most likely never going to come out of alive.

Silent tears streaming down her face. Emily thought of her mother. She thought of Derek, and just let the tears fall.

It was sad in a way, that her whole world boiled down to just two people, but they were her people.

And in that moment at the back of the car. She found herself praying with everything in her that she made it through the ordeal. That she got to see them again.

Her heart thundering, Emily took several desperate breaths as she tried to calm herself. And it worked... somewhat.

Wiping away her tears with shaky hands. She sat back in the car and waited. Emily had not been able to stop herself from being taken. But now she knew what was going on, and she had had a bit of time to come to grips with the situation.

As soon as an opportunity presented itself,

she would be taking it. No matter what happened, she would at least die trying. What felt like only a few short minutes after Emily had made that promise to herself?

The car slowed down, and despite knowing better, Emily tried to look outside, already knowing that it was too dark for her to see anything. But she still tried. Her attempt to look outside, meaning that she was close to the door when it opened.

The man who had taken her had clearly not been expecting that. And he took a step back, opening up his legs as he did so.

One hand on the door, the other in his pocket. It was nothing, just a natural pose, clearly something that he was used to doing. A way in which he was used to standing.

But Emily, having gone through all the stages of panic and grief during the car ride.

Saw the opportunity for what it was. One foot on the floor of the car, she kicked out with the other, adrenaline helping to boost her strength. She caught him right in the groin area, and the man doubled over, hissing in pain. He was still gasping for breath when Emily got out of the car and ran past him. Her head turning this way, and that, as she tried to figure out where she was. A garage, a big one too by the looks of it, and off in the distance she could see the door closing. Her way out.

Pulling on energy from deep within, Emily ran. The man yelling after her, but she had no idea what he was saying. She rolled beneath the garage door just before it could slide closed. And then she was on her feet again, running into the dark. Only, it was not quite as dark as she had expected it to be.

The whole place just screamed money. There were lights across the grounds that she was running on. Well hidden amongst trees and shrubbery. Were Emily a little less panicked, and not running for her life.

She would have taken the time to look around and enjoy the beauty. Even though it was dark out, she could tell that during the day, the place was beautiful.

But in that moment, the trees were just background noise.

She was too busy running to stop and stare. Ducking amongst the trees. Dodging the people who seemed to be springing up from everywhere. All of them trying to grab her.

Ducking this way and that, kicking some more, and at one point, biting the hand of a woman who had managed to grab her jacket, Emily ran. Already knowing that her nightmares would have a new scenario added to them.

She ran for so long, dodging the random people, that she did not realize she was being led somewhere until she came to a stop in front of an outdoor patio and there was a lady there. She was wearing a shimmering evening gown. The silver garment making her look as though she was part of the night.

Confidence rolled off her in waves. Everything about her screaming authority, and Emily knew who she was looking at. The orchestrator of her kidnapping.

The boss.

She was holding a newspaper up to her face reading it.

Coming to a stop, with only a table separating them. Emily tried to get her breathing under control, but she was still panting a little too loudly. Her clothes a mess after her little adventure. She was sure that she even had some leaves in her hair. A clear contrast to the well put together woman before her.

"Good, you are here," The woman reading the paper said, but something in her voice said she was not happy to see Emily at all.

"I hope that the trip was not too taxing for you. Have a seat, Emily," She said. How do they know my name, Emily wondered. But even more than that, she was thrown off by the not so friendly tone.

The words were nice, but there was still something about it that was just exceptionally cold.

Emily did not take a seat as instructed. Instead, she remained standing.

"Who are you?" She asked, injecting coldness into her own voice. This woman had had her grabbed off the streets, and taken somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Emily was not about to beg her for anything.

If she was going to die, then she would be sure to die cursing whoever this woman was. There was a slight chuckle from behind the newspaper, and then the woman folded it up and put it to the side.

When she turned her face to Emily.

There was no mistaking exactly who she was.

Even if Emily had not seen the woman’s picture countless times. The similarities between her, and her son, would have given away her identity.

Derek’s mother, Cassandra Haven.

Oh, the woman raised a single delicate brow.

"I see from the look on your face that you have recognized me. Now as you know, I am Cassandra Haven, Derek’s mother," A manicured hand gestured in Emily’s direction.

"You are Emily Molson, his soon-to-be ex-PA..."She paused, looking Emily up and down,

"...and ex-girlfriend," Oh, the fear that Emily had felt when she had first been taken returned full force, but she pushed it down, and looked Cassandra Haven in the eyes.

Whatever this woman thought she was doing, Emily would not be leaving Derek no matter what she did.