Chapter Two:- A Pawn or a Player?
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Alexander's Pov
I look down at the woman in front of me, unable to control my anger at her continuous mockery of my time. I watch her face slowly turn pale at her obvious lack of air as my fingers continue to grip her throat tightly, not ready to let go.
I need to calm down, I can't let the little girl rile me up.
She can't die yet, I still have my doubts on who she really is and if by chance she is who I think she is I couldn't let her die just yet.
I'm not sure what exactly her goal is, but if it's about not letting anything slip then she plays the game well.
My men brought her down here three days ago and still haven't gotten a word from her.
It's been a while since i have seen the four walls of this basement since I've never actually needed to come down myself, mainly because most of the people brought down here speak almost immediately they are brought here.
I trust my men to handle the people brought down here just fine without me having to come and do anything just as I'd expected them to handle the little girl brought down here some days ago but I'm left surprised when
word gets to me that they have been unable to make her say anything useful since she's been here.
It's pissing that I have to come down here myself to handle a kid and even more so annoying that I myself have been unable to break her since coming down here.
My presence alone is enough to make grown men shake in fear, yet I'm being teased by some child who is yet to understand the depth of her actions.
To be honest, I had not received much info on how the girl looked, I didn't really care to ask either, but as soon as I got down here and saw her for the first time I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had seen her somewhere before.
Though it was hard to really see her properly with all the blood and dirt on her face, she had a slight resemblance to someone I had met a long time ago and still couldn't get over.
With my luck, it's almost impossible that the same girl that I obsessively searched for for years just landed right into my hands just like that. And although I didn't know anything about her, not her name, where she lives or who she was, I could recognize her eyes anywhere and the eyes staring at me right now hold an uncanny resemblance to the same eyes that have been appearing in my dreams for so long.
I shake the thought out of my head, focusing more on the situation at hand. I'm dealing with a thief right now not my mystery girl.
I want to know exactly why she decided to steal from me but at the same time I can't help but feel intrigued and curious at how she managed to do it. All files, accounts and documents of the organization are heavily guarded by our security system which was designed by one of the greatest hackers known, so imagine my surprise when I get word that a million bucks is missing.
We looked for the thief for about three months, the longest we'd ever had to look since I came into power. It was always the same routine for the past three months, the moment we found a lead it always came crashing down immediately, almost like we were dancing to her tunes. But after three months of back and forth, one of our tech guys finally got an IP address which was if you ask me a little too easy, almost like she wanted to be found.
My men followed the IP address and anti climatically enough she was the one that was found there, just sitting there waiting, like she already knew I was coming for her and was expecting my men, at the point it looked like she was ready to tell them to have a seat and treat them to a friendly dining for the stress of having to come pick her up.
Unlike how normal people would react she didn't try to run, escape or even say anything to defend her self, she just followed my men out all smiles and giggles.
I want answers, answers I'm willing to do anything to her to get and answers she's been unwilling to give.
"I need answers! I don't like to waste my time. I'm a very busy man and I don't like having to waste time on trivial matters " I tell her letting go of my grip on her neck.
It takes her some minutes to regulate her breathing, her face slowly regaining color back.
"Kinda got a little too kinky for a minute don't you think?" She teases once again making a joke, the only thing she's been making since she got here.
It was either she was strong and had strong backing or she was just really dumb enough to come here and take everything for a joke.
"How did you manage to hack into our accounts?" I ask ignoring her jokes once again
"To be honest, I don't know why you're so surprised, your security is s**t, whoever is helping you manage it right now deserves death." She states looking as bored as ever, she could at least pretend to be fazed by what's happening right now.
"That's not what I asked was it? I asked how you hacked into the accounts" adjusting my neck tie, i step back a little afraid I'd lose control again and this time she may not come out unscathed.
"Technological stuff you know? Codes, powered systems, and so much more. Trust me, you wouldn't even understand if I started to explain" she replies not giving me the answer I want
" I'm tired of this bullshit, answer my questions correctly now or you die" I threaten, maybe by scaring her and letting her think I was ready to end this whole charade, she'd fess up.
She doesn't make any jokes or quip remarks after this and just stays silent. For the first time since she's been here she doesn't say anything at all , just stares blankly at me.
Was she finally getting scared? No that can't be it...if she feared for her life so much she wouldn't have done all this.
my suspicion heightens watching her go completely numb, I knew something wasn't right but I couldn't just put all the pieces together yet.
Every single thing that has happened up until now hasn't made sense, everything seems to have been orchestrated by her, like we were pawns in her game and I hate it.
If there's one thing to know about me is that Alexander Satur will not be a pawn for anybody to play with...never.
"Alexander Satur, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, I've been curious as to what you looked like in real life and not just in pictures of tabloids and those rubbish magazines.
Before we get started on all the introductions and enlightenment, I do want to make it clear that right now we have a common destiny, and maybe a common enemy of some sorts which we may need to work together for.
I need more information and more resources about a particular thing which requires your help and I'd hate to be the one to say it but you need skills and I'm not talking about all these low quality tech dudes you've been hiring, I'm talking about actual skills, skills that I can provide." She starts off, the ropes on her hand coming loose like it had been untied all along and she was just waiting for the right time to let herself loose, she gets up from her chair rubbing the area in which she had been tied looking at the guy who had been pointing the gun at her like he was a joke to the organization.
I try not to react to her actions and just stare blankly at her. Thankfully my years of training and suffering have proved proficient because I let nothing slip my face remaining cold and stoic unlike Richard who fails to hide his shock.
" Oh don't look so shocked cute blondie, this wouldn't be the first time I'm being kidn*pped. At some point you get to know the ropes of it, get it, cause I just untied the ropes on my hands." She says laughing at her own joke in which no one laughed along.
"For someone who claims to have been kidn*pped so many times and knows the 'ropes' of it shouldn't you by now know how to behave and how much s**t you are actually in" Richard speaks picking at her words.
"Well cute blondie, because I know what I'm here to offer and how important this could benefit your organization, I know for a fact that you won't hurt me, at least not until I've said my piece" she says her lips pulling up to a smirk like she clearly believed the trash coming out of her mouth
" Well I hate to disappoint you but I don't think you know who exactly is in front of you and how much power I hold" I interject slightly offended at her lack of fear.
She lightly scoffs giving me a once over before speaking again
"I get it I get it, you're Alexander Satur, everyone must fear you and bla bla but at least take it down a notch until I'm done " she comments, her confidence genuinely fascinating.
I feel a rush of excitement to which I haven't felt in a while, the excitement running through all parts of my body including my man down there, and although I felt the rush and wanted to see how far it could go, i still need to focus on the main issue at hand and get my answers.
But a part of me couldn't help but wonder if she'd still put up the same confidence and defiance when under me.
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