Chapter 64
Chapter 64-The mafia's possession
In his arms she fell asleep and he gently placed her head on the pillow for comfort. He brushed her soft tendrils away from her face and watched the rise and fall of her chest.
He wouldn't mind watching her sleep all through the night but he has pressing issues to attend to. Gently, trying not to wake her up, he slipped out of the bed. And covered her up with the duvet. He picked his shirt and pants from the floor and dropped them in the laundry bag. Then he opened his closet and brought out a white shirt and black shorts which he wore immediately.
Alexander rummaged through the closet trying to find something that would fit Jacqueline perfectly. He remembered her complaining of a cold. He found a blue shirt, then he folded it neatly and kept it on the bed where she'd find it easily when she woke up.
He brought his gun which he had used previously and shoved it in his back pocket. He dropped a light kiss on her forehead then he opened the door and stepped out.
Heading for his office, he brought out his phone and dialled a number.
"Hello, boss."
"Santos, come to my office immediately," then he hung up. In a few seconds, he was standing by the door leading to his office. He entered a complex code on the electronic combination lock which was a mix of numbers and letters.
The door opened and he got in and left it slightly opened. The familiar scent of crisp clean air hit his nostrils.
Alexander went behind the solid oak table and before he sat down, he took out his gun and kept it on the table. Then he sat on a swivel chair. On the wall were paintings of different types. Facing him was the beautiful painting of his mother, Ariana. It was the only memory of his late mother that he has.
He remembered how he loved to paint and came up with new concepts. Some of his works were hidden from others; only a few of his paintings were hung on the wall. Each one tells of his mastery and passion for painting. Maybe he will make a painting of Jacqueline when he has the time for.
No one knew about this side of him and he prefers it remains that way. The office was his sacred sanctuary. He hasn't been in his office for a long time. While he waited for Santos' arrival, he leaned back on his swivel chair, reclining effortlessly as he clasped his hands behind his head and stretched out his legs out on the table.
A knock came on the door.
"Come in," he beckoned in a loud voice.
Santos came in and bowed. "Boss, you called me."
He clasped his hands, his legs were still stretched out on the table. His cold gaze was like a knife's sharp edge as it pierced through Santos. "What about Ann?"
"The cook?," he asked to be sure. There were so many domestic staff in the mansion that he could barely recognize their faces. Leave it to his boss, he knows all his workers by name and can recognize each one of them standing on a hilltop. Nothing ever escapes his eyes.
Alexander snarled. "Who else could it be?"
" I … thought it was someone else," he stuttered.
His response earned him a sharp edge cutting glare from Alexander. Santos shifted uncomfortably on his heels.
"Get her immediately," he barked a command.
"Yes, boss. I will do that immediately," Santos said and then he scurried out of Alexander's sight.
Santos exhaled when he came out of Alexander's office. His boss has a way of making others tremble before him. He does it effortlessly like it was a talent bestowed on him.
Without wasting much time, he got into the elevator not wanting to take the stairs in order to save time. When he got to the last floor, the door slid open and he walked out, heading for Ann's room.
He tapped the door gently and got no response. Looking at his wrist, he discovered it was quite late, 1:00 A.M
Tapping on the door again, he got no response. It's late already. As expected, she will be fast asleep. But he has to bring her to his boss, Alexander to avoid having his head chopped off or blasted with a gun.
He lifted his hands to knock again but stopped when he heard the door creaking and then opened. Ann stood by the doorway, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She was dressed in a white nightie which stopped a few inches below the knees.
Looking at Santos in surprise, she said, "It's late already. What are you doing here?"
"My boss requests your presence immediately."
Ann's face turned white and fear gripped her. "I ... .don't understand. Why does he want to see me?," her voice trembled.
"You'll find out when you get to his office."
She stepped out and closed the door gently behind her. Then she followed Santos to Alexander's office.
The door was still open when they got there. And both of them went in. They found Alexander standing with his back turned to them. His hands were clasped behind his back. While he gazed at a painting on the wall. It was a lone figure shrouded in darkness.
"Boos, we are here."
Alexander turned slowly towards them, with menacing steps he walked to the front of the table where he perched on.
"Ann," Alexander growled.
Ann's eyes darted around the room and it fell on the gun which was on the table. Her heart skipped in horror. As she tried to avoid his gaze, she started fidgeting.
"About yesterday, are you aware that my men fell asleep after eating lunch which was prepared by you."
"Y..Yes but I have nothing to do with it," her voice trembled in fear.
"Then what happened."
"I remember leaving the kitchen to check something," she shivered. Her posture was tense as she tried to avoid his cold gaze.
"To get what exactly."
She scratched her neck and swallowed hard. "I went to my room to call my boyfriend."
Alexander tilted his head and his jaw clenched. "How could you leave your duties for such frivolity. Look at what it caused us. "
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