The City Held Its Silence byIrel Knx 238

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238 Right number, Wrong voice 

My heart began racing as my eyes glanced at open elevator doors. I stayed extremely still with the sole bodyguard beside me. The elevator then chimed indicating that the doors were about to close. Without thinking my legs moved and I immediately rushed out at the last second. “Mrs Acland!” I heard the voice of the bodyguard behind me ye out. The elevator doors were about midway from closing when I managed to slip through. 

A sharp pain shot through my leg from the sudden movement to get out of the elevator. It was easier to walk around now, but it still hurt. 

I turned and looked back at the elevator that continued. I left rather impulsively. I’d really done it now. 

I just wanted a break from being constantly watched 24/7. My mind immediately begar to race as I contemplated what to do next. 

I looked down at my handbag that I always carried around with me. I had my notes tha I wrote down all the details of the investigation in the bag. I could try to run away but I still hadn’t collected enough information. 

As much as I hated Keith, at the very least he was cooperative in helping to find Tony. I knew if I worked with him I was sure I would eventually find out who Tony’s 

kidnappers were. 

For Tony’s sake, I was willing to put up with it. So… I was going to stay, 

I let an exhausted. I hated that I even had to think like this. So what to do with this temporary freedom? 

There was one thing I wanted to do. Something Keith was clearly never going to allow me to do. I quickly started moving away from the elevator, the bodyguards were going to come back to check for me. I just needed some time, 20 to 30 minutes at least before Keith found me. And I knew they were going to find me. 

As for Keith’s reaction when he eventually catches me–well, that was a problem for later. At the very least I knew he wouldn’t drag me around or scream at me. Walked down the hallway of the floor as company employees walked down it as well. I carefully I looked up at the ceilings and found the cameras on every floor. I wouldn’t be able to run far before I was caught. 

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I reached the door to the Buildings staircase. the door and began to go down the steps. To delay the bodyguards I had to go to a different floor I knew the bodyguards were going to check the floor I got of from first. 

My foot and ankle hurt a little bit since I was rushing but I brushed the pain aside. 

Using the stairs reminded me of the time with Tony on the emergency staircase at the distribution centre which made me a little depressed. 

I went down several flights of stairs and then after about 6 levels I went to the nearest door and opened it to enter the floor. 

I looked through the different rooms I passed by all different offices with employees working inside I needed to find a phone. Should I ask a random person I thought to myself? As I looked at all the employees moving around in the hallway. Just as I was about to decide who to ask for a phone I reached the open door to an empty office. Immediately I stopped moving and looked into the office my eyes glanced at the desk. Next to the desktop was a telephone. That could work too, I thought to myself. 

If I tried asking some of the employees for their phone, I wasn’t sure if they would refuse or accept this however, this was a better alternative. 

I got into the office and locked the door behind me. This should buy me a little more time. I then went to the glass walls of the office attached to the door and covered the blinds so no one could see inside the office. 

I ran to the desk and picked up the telephone, I then dialed Louis number trying my best to remember it. I hoped I got it right because I wouldn’t have another chance anytime soon if it didn’t work. 

My heart began to beat heavily in my chest. “Please tell me I got the number right,” I hoped. 

After a moment the line began to ring. That told me the phone number was real. After several seconds that felt like ages, someone finally answered. My heart almost stopped beating. 

“Louis!” I yelled into the phone hoping to at least hear his voice after weeks no contact. 

“Hello?” A voice 

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My mouth went dry and blood ran cold at the sound of the voice. That wasn’t Louis. It was a woman’s voice. The voice sounded 

“Sorry, perhaps I dialled the wrong number,” I said. Maybe I made a mistake after all. 

“You said you wanted to speak with Mr Louis Carrington?” 

My eyes widened in shock. 

This was Louis‘ personal phone why was this person answering it? And a woman no 

less. 

“AI’m sorry but who are you?” Was all I could bring myself to ask. 

“Leigh–anne Sommers, his assistant,” she told me, she sounded young and well–spoken. 

A shiver ran down my spine. His assistant? Louis had a new assistant already. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised it had been two weeks already with no contact from me. Louis didn’t have a lot to work with, so I couldn’t blame him but still… 

“Ah, yes, I would like to speak with Mr Carrington,” I replied. 

“He’s in the middle of an important meeting right now and left his phone,” she told me. “I answered to let you know this and call back later.” She replied in a sweet voice. 

My eyebrows scrunched up in suspicion. It still wasn’t her phone so she had no business answering his personal calls. And anyway I can’t call later. If he wasn’t available now I wouldn’t be able to call back. 

“Do you know when he’ll be done?” I asked. 

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