Chapter 2 DRUGGED

CHAPTER TWO

"Good day, sir," a chorus of greetings filled the air as he strode past the workers, their voices tinged with respect and caution. Their bows were almost mechanical, each employee desperately hoping for even the slightest acknowledgment. Yet, as usual, their efforts were in vain. His imposing presence was all that lingered as he walked past, ignoring every one of them as though they were invisible.

The man's tailored suit was flawless, a testament to his precision and authority. His secretary, a petite woman with sharp eyes, hurried toward him, clutching a leather-bound planner as if it held the secrets of the universe.

"Good day, sir," she greeted, though fully aware of the futility of her words. She received no reply, only the faintest tilt of his head as he stopped in front of her. His sharp, cold gaze was enough to make her spine stiffen.

"What's my schedule for today?" he asked in a tone devoid of warmth, his deep voice commanding and unyielding.

She opened the planner, her fingers trembling slightly as she scanned the neatly penned lines. "You have a contract meeting with the G&L company at noon, a review of last week's projects in the afternoon, and a contract signing with the FYB company at Paradise Hotel at exactly 9 p.m.," she recited, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.

"Good," he muttered, his expression unreadable. Then, without looking at her, he added, "Get me my coffee."

"Yes, sir," she responded quickly, bowing slightly before scurrying away, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

As he approached his office, the bodyguard stationed at the door straightened immediately and opened it with a practiced motion. "Good day, sir," the guard said, bowing as the man entered. His greeting was ignored, as expected.

The office was immaculate, every piece of furniture placed with precision. The man walked directly to his large, mahogany desk, the soft leather chair creaking slightly as he sat. Without a moment's hesitation, he picked up one of the files neatly stacked before him. His sharp eyes scanned the contents, his mind already shifting into work mode.

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**8 p.m.**

"Welcome back, Mom! Welcome back, Dad!" Mia's voice was cheerful as she clapped her hands together, her youthful excitement lighting up the room. Her father, Mr. Wilson, patted her head with a rare softness.

"How have you been, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle compared to his usual demeanor.

"I've been good, Daddy," Mia beamed, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Where's your sister?" he asked, his tone shifting back to business-like efficiency.

At the mention of her sister, Mia's expression changed. The smile faded, replaced by a frown. "Why are you looking for that girl, Dad?" she asked, her voice laced with irritation.

Mr. Wilson ignored her comment and brushed past her without a word. "Dad!" Mia called after him, her voice rising with frustration.

"Calm down, sweetheart," Mrs. Wilson interjected, stepping into the conversation with a smirk. "Your dad needs to get to work. He has things to get done for us," she said, her tone dripping with a sly confidence that only she understood.

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A soft knock echoed in the quiet room. "Come in," a melodic voice called from within. The door creaked open as Mr. Wilson stepped inside.

"Good evening, Dad," Eleanor greeted him, her head bowed slightly in respect. Her voice was as angelic as ever, her posture graceful.

"Bless you, child," Mr. Wilson replied with a rare smile.

"How have you been?" he asked, studying her carefully.

"I've been good, Dad," she replied, her smile warm and genuine.

"It's your birthday in five days," he began, his tone unusually soft, "so I decided to come and pay you a visit."

"Thank you, Dad," Eleanor beamed, her joy evident.

"You know, Eleanor," he said, letting out a heavy sigh, "your mom asked me to give you something for your birthday."

"What is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Without another word, Mr. Wilson pulled out his phone, his fingers deftly typing away. Moments later, Eleanor's phone buzzed with a notification. She picked it up, her eyes widening in disbelief as she read the message.

"Twenty-five million dollars?" she whispered, her voice shaking with shock. Her gaze shot to her father. "Where did you get so much money? And why would you give this to me?"

"Your mom asked me to," he explained calmly. "And she wanted me to give it to you on your twenty-fifth birthday. It was her last wish before she passed."

Eleanor's eyes welled up with tears as she stared at her father. Overcome with emotion, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.

"Thank you, Dad," she said, her voice muffled against his chest.

"Hey now, no crying," he chided gently. "I said no tears when Dad's around."

Eleanor nodded, quickly wiping away the tears. She smiled brightly, her gratitude shining through.

Reaching into his bag, Mr. Wilson pulled out a bottle of wine. "Let's celebrate!" he declared, his voice filled with forced enthusiasm.

Eleanor laughed, watching as he placed the bottle on the floor and retrieved two glass cups. He poured the wine carefully, his movements deliberate.

As Eleanor's attention wavered for a moment, he slipped a small vial from his pocket, the liquid inside clear and unassuming. With a quick motion, he emptied its contents into her glass, his expression unreadable.

"Cheers!" he said, raising his glass.

"Cheers!" Eleanor echoed, clinking her glass against his. She brought the glass to her lips, taking a sip before draining it completely.

Mr. Wilson watched her closely, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Within moments, Eleanor's expression shifted. Her head tilted slightly, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"What's wrong, dear?" he asked, his voice laced with feigned concern.

"I... I don't know," she murmured, shaking her head as if trying to clear it. She stood up but stumbled, her body swaying before she collapsed onto the bed, unconscious.

The door swung open suddenly, revealing Mrs. Wilson, Mia, and a young man named Ethan.

"The deed is about to go down," Mrs. Wilson announced, her voice cold and resolute.

"Now that she's out, how do we get her to the hotel?" Ethan asked, his expression a mix of eagerness and apprehension.

"Through teleportation," Mr. Wilson snapped sarcastically. "Are you getting dumber by the second?"

"I'm sorry, Father," Ethan muttered, his head hanging in shame.

"Come on now," Mrs. Wilson interjected, her tone soothing. "Don't be so harsh on him. He might not be as quick-witted as Mia, but he's still one of the best. Aren't you, my little bunny?"

"I am, Mom," Ethan replied, his face lighting up with a smile.

Mr. Wilson sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Lift her up and carry her to the car. Then you drive her to the hotel," he instructed.

Ethan bent down, carefully lifting Eleanor. As he straightened, his foot slipped, and he tumbled to the floor with a loud thud. Eleanor's head came to rest awkwardly on his thigh.

"Ahhh!" Ethan cried out in pain.

"Shut up!" Mr. Wilson barked, his patience wearing thin. "You're proving just how smart you aren't," he added, glaring at his wife.

With a swift motion, he bent down and lifted Eleanor into his arms, carrying her effortlessly in a bridal style.

"Mia, open the car door," he ordered as he strode toward the vehicle.

Mia rushed ahead, opening the door as her father approached. He placed Eleanor gently on the back seat, arranging her carefully before shutting the door.

Mrs. Wilson appeared beside him, her expression calm and composed. "I'll be taking her," she announced, holding out her hand for the keys.

"M-Mom?" Mia's eyes widened in shock.

"Are you sure about this?" Mr. Wilson asked, his tone laced with doubt.

"Are you worried about me or questioning my capabilities?" Mrs. Wilson retorted, a sharp edge to her voice. "You know I get the job done perfectly."

"Fine," he relented, handing over the keys. "But be careful."

Mrs. Wilson smiled, sliding into the driver's seat. "Don't worry about me," she said confidently as she started the engine. The car roared to life, and within seconds, it sped off into the night.