Fear was radiating of off me like heat from a stove. Marcus walked in seconds later and my head snapped toward the door.
"What now?" I asked.
"Well my darling, you are free to live your new life now," he said in a sickly sweet tone.
"Like I said when I came here the first time, what's the catch? There's gotta be some trick to this," I said through gritted teeth.
"When the time comes we will send for you," he said and waved a hand at me. Two buff dudes standing guard escorted me out of the old warehouse and slammed a large metal door behind me as I walked out into the cold toward my car.
"What did I get myself into?" I moaned as I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the chair supporting me. I put my keys into the ignition after moping for five more minutes and drove off to my boring flat.
I arrived back as the sun dipped toward the horizon. I heated up myself some pasta and plopped onto my bed. I grabbed my laptop and started to look up flights to any tropical place far away from cold Manhattan. A knock rang out in the silence minutes later. I shuffled toward the door and peeked through the peep hole. I saw no one and began to turn the doorknob cautiously. I peered down the hall and when I took a step to get a better view my foot came in contact with a little parcel sitting in front of me. Boring brown paper enveloped the strange rectangle and a hand written address was labeled on the front. I ripped away the brown paper and found a wooden box underneath. I pried open the lid and found a large sum of money sitting inside. Stacks upon stacks of hundreds were neatly clipped together and piled one on top of the other. "What the hell," I thought out loud. I took the box and flipped it upside down, dumping the contents onto the granite counter top. I stuck my hand in the box, reaching for a nonexistent note. I put the box down and rushed into the hall and ran out to the street. People were bustling up and down the side walk as I scanned the crowd before me. I rushed back to my loft and sat down on one of the stools and started counting the money. Thousands after thousands went by and I reached seventy five hundred thousand dollars. I pushed my stool away from the counter and stood up. That's a lot of money, I thought. But what's it for?
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Supposed to be Dead
Teen FictionAnnalise is dead. Or is she? After getting mixed up with the wrong people, Annalise has nowhere left to turn to. She doesn't have family, friends, or anyone else.
