“No I am not his girlfriend,” I say in a tone to icy for someone I just met.
“Okay Miss; you will have to wait in here.” The man points over to a small room at the end of the hallway. There are glass doors so I can see that there is no one else in the room, which is a good thing. I feel there is nothing worse than sitting in a room with someone you don’t know, hoping that they won’t start small talk. On any other day that would not bother me but today, I really have no time for it.
“Wait in there, text me if you need anything.” I nod instead of forcing out words.
I walk along the hallway and push open the glass doors, there is a huge table in the middle of the small room, that has six small vases, all lined up with oversized bouquets of white lilies. There is a massive window at the back of the room, which looks over the city. I walk over, and I sit on the window ledge, as I look down at the streets below I see the black Lamborghini again, and this time there is no driver. I try to focus my thoughts as I wonder what to do for the best. Michael did say to text if I needed anything, I do not exactly need anything and I am already in his bad book. Do I really want to risk angering him more? I take a deep breath and think that I am in a public place, there is no way I could be in danger here, and how do I know that it is the same car? With no one sitting in the car, it could belong to anybody and I am sure there is more than one black Lamborghini in New York. I decide to take a seat over by the door, and then at least I will be able to see if there is anyone approaching. I take a seat on one of the black leather chairs, and not containing my nerves as my foot starts to tap violently against the plastic of the chair. I hear my phone, so I rummage in my bag until I find the white Blackberry. I see that I have a new email from Adrian. I open up the message, keeping one eye on the hallway.
Adrian: Alanna my love how is your day?
I do not want to alarm him about the car so I reply,
Alanna: Fine so far, how is yours?
Adrian: I was working all day, are you with Michael?
Alanna: Yes, he is in a meeting right now and I am just waiting for him.
Adrian: Please Alanna be careful, do not talk to anyone you do not know.
Alanna: I will not, I think Michael likes my friend Katharine; I caught them this morning chatting in the hall.
Adrian: Is that what he is doing when he is supposed to be looking after you?
Alanna: No, he is looking after me, do not worry so much.
Adrian: How is that possible for me?
Alanna: You have to try, I am being careful and Michael is here, it is not good for you to worry.
Adrian: Alanna you are worrying about me, when it is you in danger.
I begin to type out a reply to Adrian, when I see the dark grey haired man from the Lamborghini I saw the other day, walking up towards the room I am sitting in. I shift nervously keeping my head down. The door opens and he walks in. He takes a good look at me and says,
“Miss Hart please can you come with me?”
I look up at him with a look of despair on my face and my chest beating hard. “I won’t hurt you; I promise I just need to talk to you, okay?”
“Then talk to me here, I am not going anywhere with you.”
“Please don’t make this difficult for me, if you have any sense then you will do as I say.”
“I am with someone and he will be back soon, if I go with you then he will wonder where I have gone.”
“I can assure you Miss that Michael Jenkins will not care that you have gone.”
“What, he is here to protect me, I think he will care.”
“Protect you? The only person you need protecting from is Adrian Black.”
“How do you know Adrian?”
“Miss, I will be happy to answer all your questions but please come with me.”
I know this is wrong, but what if he is telling the truth, what if he is the one to tell me what Adrian’s secret is. Therefore, I lift my bag and head over to the door. The grey haired man takes me along to another hallway and into a dark office.
“Please have a seat.” I sit on one of the black chairs at the front of the big white desk.
“Now,” The man says as he opens one of the drawers, and pulls out a large brown envelope. “This must be difficult for you, but I need your cooperation. Anything that you know, you must tell me okay?”
“Okay,” I say.
He starts to open the envelope and brings out what looks like some photographs. “Have you ever seen this man before?” He shows me a picture of slightly older man with balding hair.
“No,”
“Okay, what about this woman?”
I am stunned because she does look familiar but where have I seen her before. Then I hits me, the picture is of the old woman from the beach, the one that was so rude to me. Only in this picture, she looks much younger.