Chapter 4 You got the Wrong Girl

"So, you mean for me to get to Charles Stone I must go through this guy called Floyd? Samantha asked, taking a sip from her glass.

They were seated at The Shark, their favourite hangout spot.

"Yes, Floyd isn't just his CSO but also his best friend, the both of them go way back to high school. And from what I found out, they both go everywhere together, and he seeks Floyd's advice on many things. So, sis, the dude is your best shot." Luke told her.

"If he is just as cold and withdrawn as Charles, how do I get him to agree to help me, am starting to see why everyone said this was a bad idea" Samantha sighed, gulping down more of her drink.

She had started to lose hope, hearing Luke give her the little details he could on Charles Stone and his CSO. Maybe she should have gone for the older Charles, older men were sometimes easier to deal with" she thought. She was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn't hear Luke's next words.

"The dude is a sucker for ladies in distress, one time, at one of the Newville annual dinner parties, he was seen helping a lady who sprained her ankle when her heel broke."

"Are you suggesting I sprain my ankle to get this guy's attention?" Samantha asked in disbelief.

"Come on Samantha, you are the writer, think of a scene that makes you a damsel in distress," Luke said with a mischievous look on his face. "You will figure something out I know, call me if you need my help. Bye, sis." He said standing up to leave.

Tuesday afternoon found Samantha standing in front of Newville Corporation, formally dressed in a beige-coloured suit and pants. Taking a step before she lost her courage, Samantha walked into the building and took the elevator to the second floor after going through security checks.

"Good morning, ma'am, how may I help you?" The lady at the front desk greeted."

"Please I would like to see Mr Floyd. He is not expecting me but if you could tell him it is really important, I would be so grateful" Samantha said putting on a charming smile and her best professional look.

Looking unsure the lady tried to smile, as she picked up the intercom to make the call.

"What is your name ma'am?"

"Samantha Davis." She replied. A few seconds later, the lady turned to Samantha "Please ma'am have a seat, Mr Floyd will be with you shortly.

Samantha sat down on a sofa in the reception area and was browsing through one of the magazines displayed on the glass table when a dark, well-built and handsome young man dressed in a tuxedo stepped out of the elevator and stopped at the front desk. After making enquiries, he turned in her direction and gave her a cold stare.

Samantha had no idea how she had expected the CSO to look, but she never expected him to look so hot wearing a tuxedo, she could feel her pulse racing as he walked up to where she was sitting in the reception area.

"Follow me."

"Wow, seems like he is not a man of many words," she thought as she picked up her bag and followed him.

They got into the elevator and he pressed the button for the ground floor, by this time she was curious.

"Aren't you going to ask why I wanted to see you, Mr Floyd? She couldn't help but ask.

Turning so they were face to face with each other Floyd said "I do not care to know. Now listen to me, I remember paying you and paying you well for the services you rendered, so I don't know what gave you to guts to send those messages even after I told you not to ever contact me again. Now in case you have forgotten you signed a non-disclosure agreement and I warned you there would be consequences for breaking it didn't I?"

By this time, they had reached the ground floor. Samantha was beyond shocked. She had no idea what he was talking about but she was too frightened by the look on his face to find her voice.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he was pulling her by her upper arm, not hard enough to leave blisters but firm enough to make her follow him towards the exit door.

It was at this point Samantha found her voice, "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded. "Have we met before? What non-disclosure deal are you talking about? Would you let go of my arm this instant or I will call security, oh my God what is this?" she screamed.

Nothing she said stopped him, the security men at the door turned their faces in the opposite directions, as he opened the door and pulled her out.

"Listen to me." She tried again.

"I think this is a case of mistaken identity, I have no idea what you are talking about, I only sent emails, not messages. Please stop and talk to me."

But he still did not stop. He kept pulling her towards a black SUV packed in front of the building.

Samantha began to panic. Back in the elevator, he had mentioned something about consequences. What consequences could he have to referring to, she wondered.

Trying one last time she pushed at him with all her strength, but it felt like pushing a wall. All she got in response was being carried on his shoulder and thrown into the SUV. Once they were in, the driver sped away.

Samantha was beyond furious, she kept hurling blows at him and screaming at the top of her voice. At this moment more than any other time, she hated that she had not listened to her father and taken those self-defence classes. She vowed that once she got out of this mess, that would be the first thing she would do.

Tired of her blows, curses and screams, Floyd pulled out a syringe from his pocket and injected it into her arm while pressing her neck to keep her still, a few seconds later, she went limp under his hands