Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Hello,” I whisper as I look around.
Bridget’s panicked voice screams down the phone. “Oh my fuck, Natasha. You need to get over here. We broke into TC’s house and then she came home, and we hid in the bedroom and then she left again but she put the deadlock on and now we are trapped in the apartment and we can’t get out.”
My eyes widen in horror. “What the hell? Who?” “Abbie and I, we were looking for the second disk.”
I look at the people around me and duck my head to escape their glare.
“What do you mean you are in her house?” I whisper angrily.
“Get over here now or we are going to jump four stories off the fucking balcony.”
“What’s the address?” I snap as I feel the stress perspiration start to heat my armpits. “You idiots. We are going to get arrested.” Oh my God.
“Get Ben or Max or somebody. The address is 72 Pacific Street, Potts Point.”
I walk over to the reception desk and write down the address on the back of a card.
“Ok, I got it.” I hang up and knock on the door quietly.
“Sorry, I have an emergency and have to leave urgently.” The women both frown. “Is everything ok?” the counsellor
asks as she raises her eyebrows.
I smile nervously as I nod too quickly. “Ahuh,” I murmur. “It will be.” As soon as I kill my two idiot friends. I grab my bag and leave.
I exit my office in a rush and start to run toward the lifts as I dial Max’s number. He answers first ring.
“Where are you?” I snap.
“In the carpark. What’s wrong?”
“Abbie and Bridget are locked in TC’s apartment.”
“What?”
“That’s what I said. The idiots are locked in her apartment.”
“Oh my God. I have to call Ben. Meet me out front.”
I run out to the front doors and I find Max on the phone to Ben.
He shakes his head in frustration and hands the phone over to me.
“What’s going on?” Ben snaps down the phone.
“I don’t know. Bridget called me and said that she and Abbie had broken into TC’s apartment looking for the disk.”
“How did they know where she lived?”
I shake my head in frustration. “I have no idea. Actually, Abbie’s roommate sees her sometimes so she must have asked him.”
“Then what happened?”
“She came home, and they hid in the bedroom.”
“Fuck,” he snaps.
“I know and then she left again but she put the deadlock on and now they are locked in the apartment and they can’t get out.”
“Did they find the disk?”
I widen my eyes and hold my hand in the air in frustration. “I didn’t bloody ask.”
“You stay there. You and Joshua can’t be involved. We will handle this. Put Max back on.” I hand the phone back to Max.
“Okay.” He nods and takes the address from me. “Okay.” His eyes meet mine. “I will get her to call him in a minute.” He hangs up.
My heart is beating crazily. Breaking and entering, if they get caught…oh my God…this is a criminal offence. What were they thinking?
“Joshua wants you to call him in a minute,” Max says dryly, then he texts the address to Ben.
I smile. He wants me to call him, thank God. Relief fills me. “Go back inside. You will only have one guard so do not leave your office.”
“But I told them I was leaving for the day,” I stammer. “Change your plans. I don’t have time to take you home
first.” I roll my eyes.
“Can’t I come?”
“No, go back inside.”
I head back inside and to the cafeteria. I order a coffee and take a seat. My stomach is in knots and I dial Joshua’s number. He answers first ring.
“Hi Tash.”
My heart swells and tears fill my eyes at the sound of his voice. “Baby,” I whisper.
“Are you ok?” he asks.
“No,” I sob, “I miss you.” He stays silent.
“This is ridiculous, we can’t be apart for this long,” I stammer.
“I will see you again on Monday, Natasha. I said a week.” “Josh, no. It’s only Thursday. I can’t wait that long. I feel sick being without you.”
“So, you are okay?”
“Just,” I murmur. “I love you,” I whisper. He stays silent as I hear him inhale deeply.
“Josh, what’s wrong?” Panic sets in, why didn’t he say it back?
“Nothing. I will see you Monday night, okay?”
My face drops. “Do you love me?” I whisper.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” he sighs.
I smile. “I miss you.”
“Bye, Presh.” He hangs up.
Relief fills me, he called me Presh. It’s ok, it’s all going to be okay.
Joshua
It’s eight o’clock and I am at a Thai restaurant with the boys discussing the two stooges’ breaking and entering today. We are at at table set up in the back corner. Ben had to break the locks to get them out. They were so lucky that they didn’t get caught. On the upside, they found a whole case of disks and another laptop. Ben is going to go through them tonight and then destroy them. I wonder how many other poor bastards’ films are in that box?