His Doom
1974 Words
[Stace Elite Event~ Stacy Company]
Conference room
A massive screen displayed with architectural designs, floral arrangements, and event schedules while several executives sat around a polished glass table.
At the head sat Stacy .
Founder and CEO of Stace Elite Event{SEE}.
One of New York's most sought-after event planners.
At twenty-three, she had built an empire from nothing but determination, creativity, and an unhealthy obsession with perfection.
Today's client was one of her biggest.
The monthly Homeless Caregiver Sponsor Event.
A charity gala organized to raise funds for homeless shelters, rehabilitation centers, and caregiver support programs across New York.
Stacy clicked her remote.
The next slide appeared.
"Our expected attendance is approximately eight hundred guests," she explained calmly.
The elderly businessman across from her nodded.
"What about media coverage?"
Stacy smiled professionally.
"We've secured partnerships with four major news outlets. Two lifestyle magazines will also cover the event."
Several board members exchanged impressed looks.
The businessman leaned back.
"And security?"
"The guest list includes politicians, celebrities, and corporate sponsors. Security teams will be stationed at every entrance."
Another slide appeared.
Venue layout,Emergency exits,VIP sections,Media zones.
Everything perfectly organized.
One of the sponsors adjusted his glasses.
"What about the homeless families attending?"
Stacy immediately answered.
"Separate accommodation areas will be prepared. Transportation, meals, medical stations, and counselors will be available throughout the event."
The room fell silent. And ckapps elope the room
The businessman finally smiled.
"This is why everyone calls you the Worldwide Planner."
Laughter filled the room.
Stacy smiled.
"Then are we approved?" she asked.
The businessman stood and extended his hand.
"You are."
Stacy shook it firmly.
"Wonderful. My team will send the finalized contracts before noon."
The meeting ended shortly afterward.
One by one, the clients left.
Her assistant gathered documents while Stacy reviewed several notes on her tablet.
Finally.
Peace.,she thought.
The office door burst open.
"Worldwidddde Planner!"
Stacy immediately groaned. "Kendra."
She already dyed her hair gold as the fashion influencer among the trio.
As the professional troublemaker.She dropped dramatically onto the couch.
"I missed you."
Stacy didn't even look up.
"I was happier five seconds ago."
Kendra clutched her chest "You wound me."
"Unfortunately not enough."Kendra laughed. "You've gotten meaner."
"You've gotten louder." Stacy resorted
Kendra removed her sunglasses "You know people pay thousands just to hear me speak?"
"Those people need therapy." Stacy said look at her
Kendra stood and walked toward the desk "I heard another billionaire hired you."
"Two billionaires." Stacy said fanning her self with her hand dramatically.
Kendra rolled her eyes "Show-off."
"Says the woman whose face was on Doir last week." Stacy said
Kendra grinned. "Fair point."
The two women exchanged smiles.Exactly what friendship should feel like.
After a moment, Stacy noticed something.
"Wait!."
Kendra froze "What?"
"You disappeared yesterday." She said eyeing Kendra
Kendra groaned dramatically.B"Don't remind me."
"What happened? Gist me" Stacy moved closer
"My father."Immediately Stacy understood.
"Restricted?" She asked
"Grounded." Kendra answered
Stacy blinked "You're twenty-three."
"I know." Kendra said
"How does someone ground a twenty-three-year-old Lady?"
Kendra dropped into a chair."The Vogue Met Gala disaster."
Stacy laughed."You mean what Diava did, that why? "
"It ridiculous, Dad sent men to watch me."Kendra pointed accusingly.
Kendra sighed."My father said I embarrassed the family."
"You embarrassed everyone." Stacy imitate Kendra dad voice, laughing
"Thank you for the support." Kendra said
"You're welcome." Stacy laugh Harder
Kendra grabbed a decorative pillow and threw it.
Stacy dodged it effortlessly,then her smile slowly faded.
"Kendra!." Stacy exclaimed
"What?"
"Have you spoken to Diava?" Stacy asked
Kendra's expression immediately changed "No."
"Not since yesterday." She answered
Stacy frownedb"I don't like this."
"Neither do I." Kendra added
"We should check on her." Stacy said
Kendra nodded" Immediately."
Stacy stood. "Let's go."
Forty minutes later.
The black SUV pulled into the hotel's entrance.
The same luxury hotel where Stacy took Diava to. Kendra stared out the window. "You think she's okay?"
"I hope so." Stacy answered and get down from the car.They entered the hotel lobby.
The receptionist immediately recognized them.
"Miss Stacy. Miss Kendra."
Stacy offered a polite smile.
"We're here to see Mrs Diava Rhiss."
The receptionist hesitated,barely noticeable.
But Stacy caught it.N"Is there a problem?" She asked
"No, ma'am."The receptionist quickly looked away.
"Her room is still registered."
She exchanged a glance with Kendra.
Neither woman commented.
The elevator ride felt unusually long, for twominute.
Too long,finally the doors opened.They walked down the hallway.
Room 2417.
Kendra knocked.
No answer.
She knocked again.
Nothing.
Stacy frowned.
"Diava?"
Silence.
Kendra tried the handle.
Surprisingly...
It opened.
The two women froze.
A bad feeling settled inside Stacy's chest.Slowly and carefully.They stepped inside.
The room was empty,completely empty,the bed was untouched.
The closet was open.
The bathroom door stood ajar. With Diava phone in the bed.As if someone had vanished.
Kendra blinked.
"What..."
Stacy walked further inside,her heart began pounding.This isn't right.
Not at all.Diava wouldn't leave without contacting them,She wouldn't disappear.
"Diava?" Stacy called again.
Nothing answered,inly silence.
Uncomfortable silence,Kendra checked the bathroom.She slowly returned.
A strange uneasiness crept across her face."Stacy..." Kendra calked
"Something's wrong."
Stacy looked around the room one last time.
Searching.
Thinking.
Trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
Then she noticed it, aglass of water.
Sitting on the nightstand.As if someone had intended to come back.
A chill crawled down her spine,Kendra must have felt it too cos her eyes is already to the verge of crying
And one terrifying realization.
Diava is kidnapped.
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[Slivale Lounge]
The dimly lit hotel room smelled of stale smoke Joe awoke to the whirring sound of a ceiling fan spinning above him. With a jolt, he realized he was suspended several inches off the ground, his arms extended upwards, wrists bound tightly to the blades of the fan. Panic surged through him as he tested his restraints.
“Help! Someone help me!” he screamed, his voice echoing off the chipped, beige walls.
The two men standing in the middle of the room remained entirely unfazed by his cries. They were dressed in identical dark suits, their expressions blank and devoid of emotion, as if they had been programmed to ignore the chaos unfolding before them. With their arms casually crossed, they simply watched Joe, their stance rigid and immovable, much like malfunctioning mannequins.
“Why are you doing this?” Joe gasped, the struggle to breathe amplifying his terror. “What do you want from me?”
One of the men shifted slightly, tilting his head as if contemplating the nature of his response. “We don’t need anything from you, Joe,” he spoke in a smooth, clipped tone that was unsettling in its calmness. “Your presence here is merely a means to an end.”
“What does that even mean? Let me down!” Joe writhed, the fan creaking ominously as he shifted his weight. The sensation of vertigo washed over him, and he squeezed his eyes shut to regain his focus.
Their faces were obscured by shadow, but in the dim light, Joe could see how eerily still they were. Instead of reacting to his pleas, they remained fixated on an unseen point in the corner of the room, an unwavering focus that deepened Joe’s dread.
“Is this some kind of joke?” he shouted, the panic in his voice rising. “You can’t just keep me here! People will notice!”
The second man, slightly taller than the first, spoke without looking at Joe. “It’s not a joke. We are quite serious.” His voice was monotonous,. “In the next few hours, people will forget you ever existed.”
Joe’s heart raced. “No, no! You don’t have to do this! I have a life, I have friends! I have a wife!”
“Friends can be inconvenient but wife? You already broke her,” the first man remarked, now stepping closer to Joe. He leaned in, his expression still unreadable. “Nothing personal, but you’re in our master way.”
Joe felt the desperate need to negotiate, to find any sliver of leverage just for them to release him. “What do you want? Money? I can pay you! Just untie me!”
The taller man chuckled, the sound devoid of humor. “We don’t need your money.” He lifted a finger, pointing to the fan. “Though, if you stop struggling, this will be over much quicker.”
As the words sank in, so did the reality of his situation. Joe glanced at the surrounding walls, each scuff and crack like a countdown to his fate. “You can’t just do this!”
“Can’t we?” The first man regarded him coolly, an unsettling smile breaking his stone-like demeanor. “In a world where power is everything, we can do whatever we choose. Right now, your fear is our entertainment.”
Rage ignited within Joe. “You think this is entertaining? You’re sick!”
The two men straightened, their indifference returning. “Your anger only makes this more amusing,” the second man replied, unfazed by the fire in Joe’s voice.
A wave of cold sweat dripped down Joe’s forehead. He could feel the fans’ movements pulling at his wrists, threatening to gouge more of his skin with each swing. “What about the police? They’ll come looking for me!”
“Only if they remember you,” the first man said. He turned and walked toward the small table in the corner, picking up a glass of water. He took a slow sip, as if savoring the moment.
“We can erase all traces of your existence, Joe,” the second man chimed in, as if reciting a script. “No one will think twice about a missing man. There are many like you.”
Joe’s mind raced; he felt trapped between despair and defiance. “You’re both just pawns, aren’t you? Someone’s paying you to do this!, your are sent by my wife!!”
Both men blinked slowly, their attention returning to him, eyes devoid of emotion. “It doesn’t matter,” the first man replied, his tone blank.
“You’re wrong!” Joe shouted, feeling a surge of adrenaline. “You don’t have to be like this! You can choose!”
A silence enveloped the room, thick and suffocating. Joe’s heart pounded in his chest as he swayed lightly from the fan’s rotation.
“Sometimes the choice is made for us,” the taller man said slowly, almost distantly.
“Stop talking in riddles!” Joe screamed, desperation bubbling within him. “You can still walk out of here! You can let me go!”
Suddenly, the first man turned sharply, his hand forming into a fist. “You’re not worth it, Joe. We have our orders, and this is where you fit in.”
At that, Joe felt the weight of hopelessness settle back over him. His resolve began to crumble. “Please… I don’t want to die…”
The first man merely smirked, leaning against the wall as if this were all just a casual event in an otherwise uneventful day. “You’re not going to die. Not yet, anyway.”
As the seconds turned into what felt like hours, Joe squirmed again, adrenaline heightening his senses. He could hear them breathing, the whisper of their suits against each other, the fan spinning overhead. “Why are you doing this?” he whispered this time, the fight leaving his voice.
“Because we can,” the second man replied flatly. “You can scream, you can beg, but it won’t change a thing.”
Joe felt his spirit fade, the reality of his situation closing in like a vice. The two men remained, steadfast and detached, as the fan continued its relentless whirr, the only sound accompanying his fading hope.
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- Writer
