DINING ROOM. MORNING. 9:20 AM.

Birds. Many birds tweeting outside. Flying everywhere. The two giant rectangle windows between the entrance of the chateau showed a lush green garden. Natural light made the dining room more...alive and calm.

The “Boss” to his final sip of coffee, leaving the small white cup empty. ” I’ll make this short and direct. Your name is Emily Allen; you used to live in New York, and your parents are divorced. You lived with your grandmother for a while before you moved out to your own apartment; you worked in a local bookshop with the owner Suzen Ashten. You’ve been stalked without you knowing; I have visited the bookshop multiple times to see if my suspicions were correct, Which they were. That night. A white van was parked close to where you live; I ordered some of my men to follow it. One of the two kidnappers took you to an old farmhouse; we don’t know what happened there; when we got there, you were passed out. He injected you with a drug that was so strong that made you lose all your memories. Don’t worry; they’re dead now.” wait. Wait. waitwaitwait. I can not think straight. I was saved. But lost all of my memories? I lost who I am. “I...do not understand,” I said, looking at the two individuals whose expressions were unreadable. “You’ll start working with us since you don’t have a passport or an ID, and on top of that, you don’t remember anything, and anyone.” the blonde said, after a long time of silence. “Will my memories return?” “That. We don’t know.” the blond said disappointedly. I looked at the cup of coffee between my hands, cold and untouched. “I have to go to work now; John will answer all of your questions; I will be back at-” he looked at his expensive watch that probably cases more than this mansion or less. “Nine o’clock. John will show you around the house, and please pay attention to what John tells you to do. Good day.” then he left. Left without saying any more words. “He’s always like that. Short-spoken guy. You hungry?” I have not eaten since...I do not know. “Yes,” “Great, Ashley is an excellent cook, so she’ll treat you good; I’ll be upstairs next to your room; meet me when you finish eating. Ashley!” I got startled when he called, not expecting him to be that loud. The same maid who gave us coffee came back.” yes?” “Give Ms. Emily-” he said sarcastically. “-your infamous breakfast; she hasn’t eaten for...two days.” TWO DAYS!? “Absolutely,” Ashley said, bowing her head and collecting the empty cups (except for mine) She looked at me as if she was asking for permission to take my cup. I moved my cup for her to take. “What does your...Boss do for living?” I asked; he chuckled like I was joking. “Sorry. He’s the owner of Feather Sky Hotel, the most expensive hotel in Paris, and some other hotels; also, he’s the Boss of Secret Organization, S.O. for short; S.O. deals with illegal activities, especially human traffickers. The S.O. trains men to be fully prepared for the Missions. And those missions are to deal with those traffickers and save the victims.” “And the police?” I asked. he leaned on his chair while crossing his arms. “They know. Our and the Secret organization’s identity is hidden by them.” “And the victims?” “We send them to their families.” Ashley came back with a tray full of food. Too much for one person; Two plates, one with croissant, one with an omelet; a glass of orange juice, and a glass of milk. “Anything else?” she questioned, smiling and waiting for me to answer. “No, thank you.” John cleared his throat, getting out of his chair and taking a cigarette box out of his jacket pocket. “All right then. Meet me upstairs.”

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