The search for Cienna had not been a difficult one. She had been confused about what to do and had run out of the house without a second thought. She had no cell phone to call anyone with, and when the guards saw her running towards the gates, they stopped her. She told them off sohow and ran. Ethan, apparently, had heard part of the argunt and signalled them to let her go, which they followed. They tailed her until her apartnt which was in shambles because of the thorough checking that Ethan had done previously. She had picked up the closest phone and dialed a number that Jas had slipped inside her blouse while she was high.
I still couldn't understand why she would do sothing so horrid for a man who had tornted her. I was sure that she thought of Anthony as soone she respected—her savior, but how she had sided up with a man she had deluded herself into thinking she loved, was a situation I couldn't place myself in. Why would she love soone enough to try and kill the people who have sheltered her for the past decade?
When I got my hands on her I would strangle her myself.
"I don't understand why you would let her go like that!" my voice is a little louder than I expected it to. He looks up from that unbelievably difficult videoga he keeps playing when he thinks no one is looking. He gives a passing glance before he goes back to his gaming. To his credit, his exuberance has faded through the ti and he seems to have settled into his leather chair and not jumping around to play the ga like the first ti I had walked in on him playing the darn ga. It was a hilarious sight, though.
"Anthony," I snapped at him, trying to make him concentrate for once.
"It seems that our trust issues will not vanish over the span of a heartfelt conversation," he sighed, dramatically. I rolled my eyes and waved my hand at him to gesture him to get over himself. "I knew she would try to call soone the mont she got the chance. I just wanted to know who it would be. I wanted to know to what extent she would go to prove that she loved a pimp that caught her with her pants around her ankles, one too many tis." I believe I snickered at the expression, to which Anthony just gave a wink.
"I do trust you, but I didn't understand. I just wanted to clarify things. You know, trust each other blindly. Be the partner you need..." He smirked at before going back to his ga.
"When do you think we will find out who she called?" he asked in a disinterested manner.
"The techs are working on it. They're scanning through phone records as well just to see how many tis she has contacted the number. I hope I get a result that makes happy."
"aning, that a result that ends with you wrapping your fingers around her neck and squeezing the life out of her?" he chuckled.
"Yes," I snickered. "I suppose, you do know !" I tried to give my voice so fake incredulity, but it failed as unrestrained laughs stumbled out of my lips.
"Who do you think it was?"
"Nolan," I answer without hesitation. He nods his head before he looks away from the computer screen and focuses completely on .
"Tell why."
"Because this isn't new. There's sothing extrely fishy here. Either Cienna is a fool and they have emotionally blackmailed her or brainwashed her into thinking that we are against her, or she has been involved with them for a long ti. I don't trust the woman, Anthony. I don't know if she is guilty or not, but I don't think that we should continue being so lenient with her. I think it's high ti she is put down."
"Like a dog?" he asked, with a raised brow.
"Like a rabid dog." His jaws clenched, but I could see that there was an acceptance in his eyes. For the most part, I knew that there was no sentintal value to his uncertainty. It was more about the business front and how it would suffer without her being there.
"What are you worried about?" I asked him after a few minutes of silence. He humd absent-mindedly. I repeat my question to him and he just frowned.
"Just wondering about who has the capability to handle the position that Cienna has been holding." He was thoughtful.
"You move on fast, don't you? I hope you choose better next ti. It seems like you are making an awful lot of bad choices these few months." I prompted. He tilted his head to a side and gave a critical look.
"Are you saying that you are a mistake, Mia?" he asked , and he almost had thinking that he was serious.
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