Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“I think so.” Why didn’t I think of that? “Wait, he knows about the phone?”
“Yes!” How does he know about the phone? Did I tell him? I don’t recall.
“Now, send this message to Jack.”
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Two hours later I was still no closer to understanding the messages she’d had me send. Especially the first one. Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick. Isn’t that a nursery rhyme? I thought after she called that I was back in the game, especially since she was so sure that Mark was willing to let me do at least that much through the phone, where there was no danger of me coming to any harm.
But after I sent the last message, there’s been nothing. She’d stayed on the phone with me the whole time, telling me what to say each time he answered, but none of it made sense. Now, I was sitting here waiting to hear what had happened after he cut off communication.
I would call Mark and ask him what was going on if anything, because I was sure Jack was at work at this time, but then he’d know what I was up to, and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that he was okay with me doing even doing that much.
JACK
Jessica?: Jack, be nimble; Jack, be quick.
This stupid bitch.
Jack: Jessica, where the hell are you? What the hell does this mean?”
Jessica?: Watch
Jack: Watch what?
Jack: Hello, what the hell is going on? Watch what? Where the hell did you go?
My phone alerted with an incoming text from a different number. “The bank? What the hell is going on?” I switched over to the new message and felt my heart stop. “No-no-no, that can’t be.”
Bank: Your account ending in four-five-nine-nine has less than one hundred dollars.
I switched back over to her screen.
Jack: You bitch where is my money? How did you get it? So that’s what she did. She stole my money and ran. No doubt she got tired of waiting. But how did she expect to get away with this? There’s no way she could think she would get away with it.
Jack: Do you think you will get away with this? I’ll find you.
Jessica: I’ll be waiting. Come and find me before I spend it all. You should be thinking about what you’re going to say to the others. Bye!
Oh shit! If she pulled a runner what does that mean for me? I rushed into Mark’s office and tried not to show my panic. “Sir, I’m very sorry, there’s an emergency; I have to go.” I didn’t wait for his approval because there was no chance of me coming back here.
“Take all the time you need.” I barely acknowledged his words as I rushed from his office and bolted towards the elevator. I have to get in touch with the bank; I have to turn this around somehow. Then I’m going to find that bitch and make her regret ever being born.
I rushed out onto the street and almost collided with someone. “Hey, watch it.” I ignored the man and kept rushing towards employee parking, where my car was. “What the fuck? Where the fuck is my car?” I spun around in a circle, looking for the Mercedes I’d parked there a few hours ago.
I walked up and down each aisle, but there was no sign of my car. What the fuck is going on? The bank. I checked the number in the message and hit the call button. I listened to the recording and entered the last four digits of my account.
“We’re sorry there is no account matching these details. Please check your information and try again.” I did it three times with the same result. “Okay, okay, take your time. This has got to be a mistake.” I tried it again, but the same thing happened again.
Things only got worse when I spoke with a live agent. “You stupid bitch, I’ve had this account for ten years. Hello, hello.” She hung up on me. What am I supposed to do now? I have to get back to my place and get the hell out of here; something is not right.
I hailed a cab out on the street and gave them the address. I threw a few bills at him when we reached and bounded up the stairs once I reached inside, too impatient to wait for the elevator.
I was out of breath with fear by the time I closed the door behind me. My head started spinning, and the room tilted and twirled. I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the nearest chair as I went in and out of consciousness. What the hell? Did I come down with something?
My phone started ringing in my hand, and I answered without looking at the caller ID. “You’re going to die.”