Tangled Fate

Chapter2

BAD MEN

I rubbed my sweaty palm together as I walked into the building. It looked and sounded quiet. The job description stated that the company was a new one and it was what attracted me.

I walked into building and met the receptionist.

“Good day”, I greeted him.

“Good day. How can I help you”, he asked.

“Well, I’m here for the job interview. I already passed the online requirements”, I said, ecstatic about my new job.

The receptionist, a man probably in his fifties, pushed his glasses down his nose and studied me. After looking at me for some minutes, he nodded and stood up.

“Follow me”, he said and I walked behind him nervously.

We got to a room and he turned to me.

“You’d be interviewed in there”, he said and walked away without waiting for me to say thank you. The place was starting to give me a vibe I didn’t like.

I knocked on the door and heard someone from inside call out faintly. I opened the door and stepped into the room.

In the room were two men. They didn’t look like businessmen and if anything, they looked like thug. I was beginning to feel sweaty under my pits. They both studied me for a couple of seconds before asking me to sit down.

“What’s wrong with people here always studying me?”, I wondered to myself.

The man on my right side looked taller and stronger than the man on my left side. The shorter man looked like the brain and the bigger man looked like he did all the muscle work. I was no longer comfortable and I needed to leave here.

“I know this might sound unprofessional but please I’d like to use the restroom before we start”, I said to them with hopes that they would listen.

They gave each other a look and the taller one finally spoke.

“You can use it. But make haste, we have a lot of people to interview today”, he said and the shorter man gave him a displeased look.

I rushed to the bathroom and saw the window was way too small for me to climb out of. I looked around and saw there was no other way to leave here other than the way I came in. Dread filled my stomach and I had the urge to throw up. I wondered if they were kidnappers or murderers and tried to calm my heart beat.

I pressed my ear against the door to hear what they were talking about.

“Why did you let her go? You’re stalling”, the shorter man said.

“Well, she needed to pee and besides, she can’t escape no matter how hard she tries”, the taller man said.

“We’re here to harvest girls for the boss’s job, not make friends. If you keep stalling she might get suspicious”, said the short man.

“Not letting her pee would make her suspicious as well. What have we got to loose? She still can’t escape”, the taller one said.

I got sick to my stomach with fear and wondered if leaving home was a good idea. Tears threatened to fall down my face but I pushed them back. I can’t think of an escape if I start crying. I tried the window again and just like I’d known, it was too small to crawl through even for my model like figure. I went through my purse and realized I left my taser at my apartment. I tried to make a call but there was no signal. It’s like the earth was against me, no way to escape whatever plans these evil men had.

“Hey, we haven’t got all day”, I heard someone said from outside, directed at me.

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands before stepping out, my eyes looking around for any weapon I could use and finally, my eyes settled on the gun I sighted under the books on the table. My heart raced as I contemplated my next move. I cautiously made my way towards the table, floating scenarios in my head of what could go wrong.

“Have your seat”, the short man said to me.

Hesitantly I had my seat and waited to get my chance.

“What’s your name?”, he asked me.

“I’m Amara”, I said to him.

“How old are you, Amara?”, he asked.

“I’m twenty years old”, I said. I would have lied about my age but I already filled their online form and I didn’t want them to be suspicious of me. The short man nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response. He leaned back in his chair, a sly smile forming on his face.

"Amara, I must say, you certainly made quite an impression with your skills during the preliminary interview," the short man stated, his sly smile reaching his ear.

“Thank you”, I said back to him.

“How fit are you? Did you do sports in high school”, he asked.

“Yes, I did”, I answered wondering why that information was important.

“I see. With every information you have give to us we can boldly say you are a fit candidate for the job”, he said to me.

“Knock, knock”, someone knocked on the door and as the men got distracted I quickly picked up the gun and started shooting at any and everything. The men interviewing me ducked under the table and I ran out of the office. I got to the reception and before the old man could bring out his gun, I shot at him and ran out of the building. As I sprinted down the street, adrenaline pumping through my veins, my mind raced with thoughts of what had just transpired. Still occupied with my thoughts and fear I didn’t realize I rushed into road and I saw a car approaching at high speed towards me