80 Million Worth

JANET'S POV.My hand move fast on the keyboard. I have to get this paper work done with before it clocks 7PM.I can't help but smile as I think of Collins. He's been acting off but surprisingly, yesterday, he suggested we go on a date today. He also bought me an outfit to wear for the date, which is something he hasn't done for a while now.I know his attitude towards me lately has been off and on but I think he's just stressed out because of his parents issues and his search for a new job. I try to make him feel okay and comfortable with the fact that I have a job and he doesn't but unfortunately, that only seems to worsen the situation. We end up arguing which makes him stay away for days. When he comes back, he's in a good mood and then out of the blue, he gets angry again. He seems to have a talent of making something out of nothing. I look away from my laptop as my phone buzzes. I pick it up immediately when I see Clara's message. Her message was a reply from the text is sent he

ALEXANDER'S POV."What should I do to him, boss?"I smirk at the helpless guy in the video call. He's so young and penniless, just like his father. I doubt he's going to make a difference in his life any year from now. He'll end up ageing and wasting his life. I turn to the old man beside me, tied to a chair looking helplessjust like his son in the video call. "It's regrettable. Your son has to pay for your sins. The pleasure it gives me to know I have so much power on other people, is unexplainable. He struggles on his chair, humming and trying to speak. "Mmm mmm." He shakes his head, continuously. "So tell me, what should I do with him.""Mmm mmm." He shakes his head 'no'."I'm sorry, I can't hear you." He puts in more effort to speak through his sealed lips. "Pardon." I bring my ear close to his lips. I smirk, not understanding what's he's saying. I move away from his face and stare at him as he struggles. His vulnerability make me let out a short laugh."There." I point at the

JANE'S POV. I currently look like a mess. My baggy red eyes, bad breath, dried skin and dirty body. It's going to two days since Collins locked me in this room. I've been on the floor, hugging my knees, crying nonstop. I couldn't sleep last night. How could I when I don't know what Collins motive is? God knows what he is up to. He has never been this way, right? or I was just the one who failed to see this side of him. How disgusting of him to propose a date to me, while he was cheating behind my back. Now, he keeps me locked in this room, leaving me clueless about his intentions. My biggest fear now, is the monster I saw him turn into just yesterday and my gut feeling might be right that I'm not safe at all here. I shouldn't wait to experience it before I believe it. I should start thinking of how to escape from here and Collins. Clara. She's the only one who can help me now. She has always helped me in difficult situations, so she won't stop now. At least, not on such occasion.

ALEXANDER'S POV. I walk to and fro behind my office chair. My face, calm but my eyes were enough to shoot you dead. The continuous prick of the edges of the razor I've been fiddling with my finger, doesn't seem to affect me. I swallow hardly. My evident adam apple moving up and down. It's the second time in two weeks, I'm realizing that I'm working with people who aren't as smart as I expected them to be. But their foolishness is their business. It shouldn't be rubbed off on my work or anything concerning me. I'm not nice or kind enough to tolerate such. It has never been a trait of mine.I look down at the Collins bastard who kneeled before me. The bastard I had thought wouldn't end up like that old man. The bastard I had thought is worth my time. The bastard that had risen my thought on getting something special. The price. The worth. I wanted nothing but to make the mysterious lady my possession, after the day of my meeting with this bastard. I was meant to have her since last

I sit at the bar, not ready to mingle with the crowd, yet. The music is so loud and doesn't give room for me to think of my sad life. Maybe the club is actually a good start, after all. Clara on the other hand, left me few minutes ago to meet a friend she recognized and hasn't been back to her loner friend since them. So, yeah I'm sitting alone. Currently finishing my third shot of liquor, I turn to the bartender. "Another please." I point into the cup. He gives me a weird look before turning me around round of the liquor. I look away from him only for my eyes to come in contact with a strange guy sitting at the other side of the bar. I furrow my brows and look away as a guy and his drunk girl walk to stand before him to get a drink. I could no longer see him. I stare at the funny dance steps of drunkards and sober people in the dance floor as I take from my liquor.Unconsciously, my eyes move to the strange man again. The guy and girl were no longer there, so I could see him now.