Chapter 23 Male Escort Missing
Micah approached step by step, his towering frame like a cage, enveloping her petite body. He leaned in slowly, his cold, thin lips almost touching her forehead. She instinctively closed her eyes, trembling with nervous anticipation. She had a vague idea of what was coming, and surprisingly, she felt a flicker of longing.
However, the touch she imagined never came. Instead, she felt her bathrobe lighten a bit. Opening her eyes, she saw Micah retrieve a phone from within the folds of the bathrobe. Reality hit her—she'd been wearing Micah's bathrobe, and he had only come to retrieve his phone, rescuing her in the process.
Micah's expression remained icy as he took the phone and turned to leave. "Assign him to be a parking lot attendant," he said over his shoulder.
"Yes, Mr. Clemens," Andrew responded, then turned to Samuel with a mocking grin. "You should be grateful for Mr. Clemens' generosity and kindness. A parking lot attendant with a million-dollar annual salary? You're one of a kind!"
"Yes... thank you, Mr. Clemens. Thank you, Andrew," Samuel stammered, blood oozing from his mouth yet still forcing a sycophantic smile. His obsequiousness was revolting.
Sadie couldn't help but wonder why the punishment was so light. Samuel had tried to assault her, and Micah's response was merely a reassignment, albeit a humiliating one. His dignity was trampled, but his salary remained intact. Did Samuel have some kind of leverage or backing? The thought made her head spin. She had enough problems of her own to deal with; she couldn't afford to be distracted by Samuel's situation now. She needed to cash that check.
Rushing to the bank, she arrived just in time before it closed. Clutching the check tightly, she approached the counter, her hands trembling.
"Excuse me, can this check be cashed?" she asked, her voice shaking with nerves.
The teller didn't even look up before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but this check cannot be cashed."
"Why?" Sadie's heart sank, her face blanching. This was fifty thousand dollars—was it gone just like that?
"It was bounced early this morning," the teller replied curtly, turning away to tend to other matters.
Sadie felt like her heart had plunged into an icy pit. Her mind raced. She immediately contacted the male escort, but he didn't respond to her texts or calls, fueling her growing dread. Something terrible must have happened.
"Where are you?" she whispered to herself, a knot of anxiety twisting in her chest. Desperation drove her to the bar where he worked.
The bar's neon lights blared into the night, the music thumping loudly. She pushed through the door and hurried to the private room. It was empty, save for a few cleaning staff tidying up the mess. Micah was nowhere in sight.
"What happened here?" she demanded, her voice urgent. "This place was fine yesterday."
One of the staff looked up, irritated. "I don't know. The manager told me to clean, so here I am cleaning," he replied gruffly. "How'd you get in here? You gotta leave."
"Please, I just need a bit of information." Sadie pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and slipped it into his hand.
He pocketed the money quickly, glanced around, and leaned in closer. "Came in this morning and found a lot of blood on the carpet. Looks like someone got whacked. You know how it is."
"A murder?" Sadie's heart plummeted, her face going pale. Could it be that those three wealthy women did something to him after what happened last night?
Her mind raced with dark possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. Her eyes filled with anxiety. She felt as if her world was collapsing. Had her greed somehow led to his death?
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