Mario Puzo, The Godfather
Her cell phone rings, but the number is unlisted. She doesn't like to answer calls from Anonymous numbers, but some of the writers prefer their numbers to be unlisted to keep it from the stalking fans.
“Good morning, this is Elisabeth Morgan,” she answers.
“And my chariot arrives,” says the male voice mockingly. She freezes in her seat.
“Jack! When did you get out?”
“This morning, and I believe we have an unfinished business, Elizabeth.”
“Look Jack! You got your freedom. Enjoy it. This will get you into more trouble.”
“Oh, no you don’t! We have a deal where you help me so I don’t accidentally publish your spread out cunt all over the internet,” he threatens. “But you already know that it’s not the worst of it. You were tied up and fucked by not only one, but two men at the same time! How would that image go with dear sweet Mrs. Morgan? You may not get a job as an editor, but I’m sure the road to porn industry might open up for you.
Although I don’t know how many offers you might get since you’re not a spring chicken anymore. So, DON’T FUCK WITH ME Elizabeth! You do exactly what I tell you to do. I know the map of your body, I know how hard you like your fuck, the bite of the cat, the clamps, and I know every dark desire of your heart in bed or elsewhere. If you’re a good girl now and obey, you might just experience some of that again,” he hisses like a snake. “Now, you know where the black Dodge is. And if you follow my instructions to the letter, you will get your reward, and you may not have to work under that cock sucking, gold digging whore! How does it feel to be bossed around by the little girl you hired only a few months ago, by the way? Hmmm?” he asks.
Elisabeth and a lot of other women working at SIP resent Ana badly, and half of them wouldn’t think twice to aid in finding a way to get her flat on her face. The bitch was nearly penniless until they gave her a job, and she goes and marries the second richest man in Seattle. Christian Grey! The man is richer than dirt, and sexier than Greek gods.
Every girl is burning with envy at the SIP. This would serve her right.
“Fine, Jack,” she says grudgingly. “What do I need to do?”
“Good girl. Well, first of all, we need to bait our trap. And Grey’s little sister will do just fine. Since you work with the cockblocker, it’d be best if you get Grey’s sister right after her gym session. They all have a set routine.”
“I don’t know what gym she goes to, Jack,” says Elizabeth.
“Don’t worry, I do. Now be a good girl, and come and pick me up. I have my supplies at your apartment. Meet me there.”
“Fine. Give me a few minutes. I’ll have to sneak out without letting anyone know.”
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“You look a little different,” Elizabeth says to Jack when she sees him outside of her building. His hair is cut short, earrings removed, and he looks remarkably well dressed for a man who just got out of jail and is about to kidnap two women. He’s totally changed.
“I don’t wanna be seen on your building’s camera. Be a dear and get the tranquilizers.
All 10 packs of it. I have a duffel bag with some supplies, all ready to go. We will discuss the rest once you get downstairs. You might want to get a change of black outfit. Something inconspicuous and a baseball cap. But don’t change yet. That’s for later,” Jack says without wasting a word.
When Elizabeth returns with the requested supplies from her apartment, they go to the parking lot, and uncover the black Dodge parked in a deep corner of the parking lot.
“How are things at SIP?” Jack asks.
“Different. Changing since Grey took over. Reins are tighter, so is the security. And there’s a constant watch, a body guard with Ana. It’s disgusting actually. What did Grey see in that scrawny bimbo?” says Elizabeth in contempt.
“Jealous?” asks Jack fueling her hatred.
“I have worked just as hard as you did for my job, Jack! She comes and takes over your job within two week. Well, okay, we hand it over to her, but I didn’t know her husband took over the company. And now she owns all our asses, including Roach’s! Nearly all the female editors have contempt for her. But Jack, this, this road we’re taking, it’s got no return. I don’t wanna go to jail!”
“You won’t get caught to go to jail.”
“She will know. She can surely identify me for what you are planning for me to do.”
“No, she won’t. We’ve talked about this before. If it had worked out the first time, and you did what you were supposed to do, I wouldn’t have gone to jail, and we would have had five million Dollars and sipping Mojitos in the Caribbean. As it is, I’ve made bail thanks to someone else who was fucked up by Grey. You get the little sister into the car. I’ll take care of her here. Then, we call the gold digger for our payment. She gets the money, and you collect her with the money from the bank making sure she isn’t followed. If you do it right, you get the biggest payday of your life!” says Jack with no intention of sharing the payoff.
“If I’m going to do the majority of the footwork, I want to be in 50/50! My career and freedom are also in line,” she says.
“You hold your end of the bargain, and you shall get 50/50. But I want to thank the bitch personally. Bring her here as soon as she collects our payment,” he says grinning.
“Now, pull the SUV over here,” says Jack. “If my timing is correct, the little sister will come out in about 12 minutes. Tell her who you are, and that Ana is sick. I’ll take care of the rest once she enters into the car.”
“Okay,” Elizabeth says nervously. “How do I know what she looks like?”
“Can’t miss it. She looks an ostrich,” Jacks says.
“What? This is no time to joke, Jack! I’m shaking here!”
“Long legs, big tits, dark hair cut into a bob. Like this,” he says pulling out a printed picture of Mia Grey. Elisabeth looks at the picture and swallows. She takes a deep breath and pulls the Dodge in front of the gym. Mia emerges in her tight yoga pants and a bra top, with her gym bag slumped on her shoulder and her iPod ear buds plugged into her ears. Elisabeth rushes to the steps to meet Mia.
“I’m sorry, Miss Grey?” she says all flustered.
“Yes?” Mia replies.
“I apologize for coming to you here, but I’m Elizabeth Morgan from SIP. I’m Ana’s boss. Your sister-in-law, Ana is unwell, and I guess she can’t reach her husband for some reason. We’ve taken her to a local hospital; she’s undergoing some tests right now. We’ve no idea what’s wrong with her, and the doctors won’t give me any information since I’m not next of kin. She told me to fetch you before she was taken into a test. I didn’t know how to reach you. Can you please come with me? She really needs someone with her!” Elizabeth says with genuine anxiety, but all for different reason.
“Oh my gosh! I better call my mom! She’s a doctor. She can meet us at the hospital.”
“Please do that in the car. We don’t have a moment to spare!” Elizabeth rushes Mia holding her elbow in a pleading tone. Mia enters into the passenger side of the vehicle, and Elisabeth enters into the driver’s side, and immediately locks the doors turning the Dodge on. As Mia turns to toss her gym bag to the back seat, she notices Jack.
“Who are you?” she asks confused.
“Hello,” Jack says as he snakes his arm around her neck and covers her mouth and nose with a towel doused in chloroform, and as the fight slowly dissipates from Mia’s limbs, Jack stabs her with enough dose of horse tranquilizer that could put down a horse.
“Step on it!” he hisses Elisabeth who watches him with gaping mouth. She manages to put the SUV in gear with shaky hands.
“I’ll give you the directions,” Jack says as he pulls Mia’s limp body to the back of the SUV. Jack directs Elizabeth towards the industrial side of the city where there is a clump of abandoned buildings, old factories with broken windows and graffiti over the walls. It smells musty, dust, and decay. He pulls Mia’s body and slumps it over his shoulder carrying it inside the building. He lays her on a mattress stained with dirt, body fluids, possibly blood and fecal material. It smells, but then again, the bitch won’t need it long. She’s just the bait, and bait belongs in the ocean. She won’t mind at all. He ties her hands and feet, and gags her mouth, not that she will wake up anytime soon, if she wakes up at all.
“Phase One complete,” he says as he walks out of the building, utterly content with himself.
“Now what?” asks Elizabeth.
“Now, we dip the bait in the water. Smile, it’s payday!” he says, and shows Mia’s cell phone. He scrolls through the numbers, and finds Ana’s cell phone in the list.
The phone rings a few times, and Jack gets anxious thinking Ana might not answer the phone. That wasn’t in the plans. But she does.
“Mia,” comes on Ana’s voice brightly. Jack grins wider than he ever did. It’s his paycheck speaking after all.
“Well, hello there, Ana…long time no speak.”
“Jack,” she replies in a choked, fearful, small voice. Just the affect he was aiming for.
“You do remember me,” he replies in a soft tone, smiling bitterly.
“Yes. Of course.”
“You’re probably wondering why I called you.”
“Yes,” she says hesitant. She might hang up.
“Don’t hang up. I’ve been having a chat with your little sister-in-law.”
“What have you done?” she whisper her fear.
“Listen here, you prick-teasing, gold-digging whore. You fucked up my life. Grey fucked up my life. You owe me. I have the little bitch with me now. And you, that cock-sucker you married, and his whole fucking family are going to pay.”
“What do you want?” Ah, the question he’s been waiting for many weeks.
“I want his money. I really want his fucking money. If things had been different, it could have been me. So you’re going to get it for me. I want five million dollars, today.”
“Jack, I don’t have access to that kind of money.” And, how is that my problem, Jack thinks to himself.
“You have two hours to get it. That’s it…two hours. Tell no one or this little bitch gets it.
Not the cops. Not your prick of a husband. Not his security team. I will know if you do.
Understand?” He shouts. She’s silent. Is it fear, or did she hang up?
“You understand!” he shouts forcefully.
“Yes,” she whispers. It is indeed fear, Jack’s proud of his performance.
“Or I will kill her.” He can hear Ana’s loud gasp on the phone.
“Keep your phone with you. Tell no one or I’ll fuck her up before I kill her. You have two hours.”
“Jack, I need longer. Three hours. How do I know that you have her?” she asks, but he hangs up on her. No chances to have time to think. She only has time to get the money.
Now, it’s Elizabeth’s time to perform. Time is ticking after all.