Captured

Chapter two

As the seconds ticked by I grew more and more agitated, this was a simple pop-in something I did quite frequently. As politely as I could I make my excuse to leave, and immediately head for the door. Anthony my best friend and right hand man glances up from his place against the wall in the front foyer of the restaurant. Angled in close to a young blonde her back against the wall her face flushed to match her red blazer. I growl in frustration,

“Anthony, how many time do you have to be told to stop flirting with the staff? And you return to your post.” The blonde scurries off down the hall.

“Your going to cost that young woman her job.”

“What’s up boss? You seem moodier then usual?” He asks while I stalk down the hall towards the main exit.

“I’m pissed.” I snip, Anthony gives me a side eye. I approach the check the young blonde from before she slides the keys over with out question forgoing the valet. I snatch the keys from the counter and storm out. The cool air did nothing to calm my nerves as I approached the lot I narrowed my eyes in confusion I scanned the empty parking space before turning to Anthony

“Is this one of your jokes, where the f**k is my car.”

“What?” He looks past me in confusion then around the lot.

I fumble with my keys to hit the alarm but as I glance down in my hand they keys unfamiliar except for the small grey rabbit foot almost identical to my own.I press the button and a couple of rows away a small silver car lights flashes and horn beeps.

“Uh Boss?” I turn to glance back at Anthony he holds out his phone.

“Some one has uh … stolen your car.”