Chapter 45 Attendance

(Rafael's POV)
"Mr. Raphael, the young master is doing well today, no crying, and he ate his lunch normally, do you still need Mr. Bob to drop him off for you in the evening?"
I gestured to Landon to put the itinerary on my desk and then said to Miller on the phone, "Send it over, I can't get back until late today, you come with me, tell Bob to drive a little slower, no need to rush, even if you're late."
"Yes, Mr. Rafael."
I hung up the phone and that's when I started looking at the full schedule for the day.
It's been five years since Lena disappeared, and in that time, I never gave up looking for him. Time has not passed quickly, but it hasn't been very long either.
At the age of two, Jamie was diagnosed with autism, and since then, I have increased the amount of time I spend with Jamie. However, three years of therapy didn't make him seem much better.
There is cooperation in the evening, and I need to be there in person. It does not matter to arrange this matter to others, but this meeting is also very important.
And, Jamie has always wanted to come here and see it.
Everything is because of Lena.
It was almost eight o'clock when Miller and the others arrived.
Jamie looked great as he came towards me with his arms open and I reached out and picked him up straight away.
Miller followed closely, she looked at Jamie and gave a smile, "Mr. Raphael, the young master is very clingy to you now, and there are times when he asks me where you are."
I looked over at Jamie, who still had the toy I bought him in his hand. He wasn't looking at me, but I was still in a much better mood because of Miller's words.
Because I let Lena down, I always want to give Jamie the best. This is the only way I can alleviate my guilt at the moment.
Although the meeting place does not sound appropriate, I have asked Ryan to reserve the space, there should not be too much problem. Moreover, I have already arranged for personnel to communicate with them in advance.
Soon, we arrived at the bar.
Jamie took my hand, he was still afraid of the outside world, but, because of the work, I could not always take him with me, so I had to leave Jamie to Miller for the time being. After this, I went into the conference room alone.
There was already someone inside the meeting room, someone I hadn't seen before, and if I'm not mistaken, this person should be the person I'm discussing tonight.
"Hello, Mr. Hill, I'm glad you could be there in person, I'm Brent." The other party introduced himself in broken English.
Brandt and I exchanged polite pleasantries, and Landon told me that a lot had been talked about. However, because the other side lacked a translator, we were not able to end the meeting quickly now.
It wasn't until time had passed beyond the allotted time that Brandt turned around and started asking for specifics.
I have a very high tolerance for a lot of things already because of Jamie's problems, and I don't mind him taking some more time to deal with it.
One of Brandt's interpreters came in, and he said a few words in Brandt's ear, and the other party's face became ugly for a moment. But, at this time, Bob suddenly pushed the door and walked in.
"What's wrong?"
Bob came up to me in a panic, and then, he came up to my ear and said to me, "Mr. Raphael, it's not good, young master Jamie is missing."
The scene was chaotic, and in fact, Mr. Brandt looked relieved when I told him that there might not be a way to proceed with today's meeting.
This made my brow furrow.
Although there is no basis for such a thought, however, I already have a little suspicion that Jamie's disappearance is related to him.
"Mr. Rafael!" Miller was standing outside, and when she saw me approaching, it was like she saw hope. She wiped away her tears in a panic: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Raphael, I swear to God, I just went to the bathroom and when I came out, the young master was gone."
I gave her a look that didn't mean to be blamed: "Calm down for a moment, Miller, don't rush."
I know that because Jamie has autism, he would always sneak off into unoccupied or dimly lit corners, and even if someone shouted, he wouldn't respond to a single word.
If it is at home, Miller will not be so anxious but here is, after all, outside, although the probability of an accident is very low, but also can not be ignored.
I immediately contacted Ryan and asked him to help pull up the surveillance.
At this time, Landon suddenly came to my side, and he told me something equally very strange.
"You said that Brandt didn't start the meeting because the interpreter they brought with them was also missing?"
At this time, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.
If it was just Jamie who was lost, there would be some reason for that, but even the other side was having some problems. This situation is very much as if someone is deliberately preventing us from the meeting.
I gave Landon a look, and after Landon understood, he left my sight.
(Lena's POV)
Carl is a colleague of mine, but I have heard a lot of rumors about him. Because of some connections with the upper management of the company, it did not take any effort to get this opportunity. I didn't feel anything wrong, but when the meeting started, I vaguely felt something was wrong.
Carl kept pushing the wine in front of me. He was not a good drinker and his ability was somewhat lacking, and I could not continue to push the wine in front of Mr. Brandt. My drinking capacity was also very poor, and Mr. Brandt knew about it. Halfway through the meeting, the meeting was temporarily suspended because the president of the Hill Group was coming.
I took the opportunity to go out to sober up a bit, but as soon as I left the door of the conference room, I felt dizzy and couldn't even stand up a bit.
Carl quickly caught up, "Lena, are you okay?"
Carl came over and held my shoulders I didn't need his help at all, but still, he put on a false face and then came over to care for me.
I gave him a look and walked faster, and Carl soon caught up, "Lena, I'm afraid you won't be able to attend the next meeting in this condition, will you?"
Carl was right, my head hurt and I was already a little unsteady on my feet. Still, my sanity was telling me that I couldn't leave.
I shook my head, feeling my vision getting blurred in front of me, and even almost fell a few times.
"Lena, you need to rest now, come with me."
I was being dragged by Carl, not knowing exactly where I was going. As I reacted and tried to break free, he finally revealed the prototype and hit me hard on the back.
I did not hold back the sound of screaming, which in turn stimulated him, his strength is getting stronger, because of drunkenness, I have no way to break free of him. I could only be pulled away by him in this way.
By this time, my world had started to get dizzy and the card pushed me in the back, I lost my weight and fell straight forward, then fell to the ground.
The pain brought me to consciousness for a moment, and by the faint light, I watched as Carl stood in front of me, slowly closing a door.
"Wait! No! You can't keep me in here!" I lunged forward to stop Carl from doing this, but then my legs suddenly went limp and I ended up falling again.
In the darkness, I heard Karl behind the door saying this to me, "Lena, don't worry, I won't do anything to you, you just need to wait here for a while, as soon as the meeting is over, I will come and open the door for you."
"Carl, you are despicable, you do this, Brandt will not let you go!" My voice trembled, and in the darkness, it was as if I could hear my heartbeat.
But Carl didn't care about my threat: "Lena, let's wait until you get out."
Then I heard Carl's footsteps moving further and further away from me. After a few seconds, there was complete silence all around.
Because of the stimulation of alcohol and the shock I just received, my head felt like it was about to split open.
I tried to get up, but as soon as I stood up, my world started to spin again.
I had to sit on the ground and crawl wretchedly, the only way I could move.
It was such a bad feeling, it was like something was rolling around in my stomach.
The darkness made me feel scared and my throat felt like it was on fire.
I took a deep breath and tried to stabilize myself. With the light from a small window at the top, I looked around - it was still pitch black, but, as my eyes gradually adjusted to such an environment, I realized that this was a storage room.
I exhaled, then let go of my voice and shouted, "Is anyone there? Anyone! Somebody help me, open the door for me! Please! God ......"
Tears were already streaming down my face as the sharp physical pain and fear of unfamiliar surroundings tormented me.
When I finally crawled to the door, I knocked as hard as I could, but no matter how I knocked or shouted at the top of my voice, no one responded to me.
Desperation, my heart was left with nothing but despair.
Maybe, I should really listen to William and stay in Paris or travel elsewhere.
I wiped away my tears and still didn't give up on asking for help. I don't even know how much time passed because I foolishly left my phone in the conference room.
Gradually, I felt the exertion. Under the effect of alcohol, I became very sleepy, and several times, I closed my eyes.
Finally, I could not hold on any longer. I no longer have the strength to shout, can only slowly close my eyes.
I didn't know how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes again I sat up violently, my head still hurt, but I was much more awake after a good night's sleep.
Of course, the most important thing is not a, but, in front of me, there is a child!