THE BILLIONAIRE’S P.A
EPISODE FIFTY SEVEN
**STILL ON FLASHBACK**
My feets were soiled. I had been running for hours now. Thankfully, I found a express road but there were no cars on it so I kept running hoping and praying someone might find me. I don’t care what I’ll have to do to leave the country. I know I’ll run. I will. By now, the men must have noticed I’m missing. I’m sure of it.
Van would be alerted and if I know him as well as I do, he’ll have everyone looking for me. A state manhunt if possible. That only means I have a slim window to escape so I can’t stop now. I just have to keep running.
The ground felt so comfortable at this moment, it looked like a bed. My instincts were telling me not to stop but my body had already given up. I just wanted to slump and sleep on the ground. I felt so tired and dizzy. So damn tired. Just as my eyes were to shut tightly, a dim light shone on them. Are those headlights?
I felt a rush of andrenalin in me. Waving my hands as high as I could, I prayed for rescue. The car got closer halting as it sighted. Just then, a thought crept in. What if it was one of Van’s men, what if they found me. My thoughts and prayers were answered. A middle aged man stepped out staring at me. I sighed weakly.
I muttered before passing out.
The office day was slow and extremely boring. Mr O’Cornner hadn’t called since that Incident in his office. I occupied myself with a movie while waiting for further instructions. Just then, the elevator dinged and someone walked out.
A manly voice screams making me snap my head up. I’ve never seen him in my life although he seems to be well acquainted with Me.
“Oh my God! I’m so glad I found you. I missed you so much my darling. I love you!”
He yelled at the top of his voice.
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?”
I asked chuckling nervously.
“Is that a joke or something my darling?”
“Your darling? I’ve never seen you before.”
I state confused. Almost immediately, Mr O’Cornner steps out of his office and takes the sight in front of him.
“I love you Elena.”
The strange man repeats. I don’t know what to do next. I just stare into Oblivion.
EPISODE FIFTY EIGHT
I had only one explanation for something like this. It only seemed possible if i had friends which I don’t so it’s impossible. The explanation would be that my friends were playing an expensive prank on me. That’s what this looks like to me. A joke, a prank and nothing more.
With the kind of life I lived on the run and all, I made sure to have a photographic memory. I never forgot anyone I came across. No one especially those who helped me. Especially my good Samaritan and the reason why I’m still alive and kicking.
**THREE YEARS EARLIER**
I felt strangely warm blinking my eyes open and regaining consciousness. A duvet was placed over me, I laid close to a fire place so everything made sense. Everything except how I get here. Last I remember was escaping Van and his goons, running until my feets couldn’t carry me, nearly passing out but thankfully got rescued by a stranger. I guess I was at his home now.
Whomever rescued me looked middle aged. Probably in his late fifties or something. I just hope he’s kind and lets me stay here for now. Later on, I’ll figure out my next course of action.
I jump in fright. His voice comes up behind me so I have to turn around. My feet still hurts like hell and so does other parts of my body like my thighs and more. I must have exhausted myself running like that.
“Do you want something to eat or a cup of coffee?”
He asks, I stare at him forgetting how to have a conversation with someone. It’s been more than a week since I’ve spoken to anyone.
Van does all the talking anytime he comes around. I just nod my head mouthing a few monosyllabic words here and there.
“Are you dumb?”
He asks gently. I shook my head in negation.
“Can you speak?”
He asks making me chuckle. It seems funny. I’m not dumb so of course I can speak.
I blurt out with a little effort.
“I’m so glad. At first I thought you were wounded. I wanted to take you to a hospital but something tells me you’re on the run from something or someone and that wouldn’t be a good idea would it?”
I breathe in relief thankful for this man who seems Godsent.
“Thank you for your hospitality Sir. You have no idea how much it means to me.”
“It’s alright my dear. You seem exhausted. Get some rest.”
I laid-back down in deep thoughts. I really did need to sleep. It should be about Nine or ten am in the morning. If I can manage and stay here for today, I’ll leave by evening when it’s dark. Make my move and get away from here.
Yes, that’s what I’ll do.