Note: This particular part of the book is in 3rd person/ story dictative form.
***********MEANWHILE IN HER UNCLE'S OFFICE***********
Mr. Wilson watched as Andrea walked out of his office, he stared at nowhere in particular seemingly lost in thought before standing up to enter his private room in his office. Minutes later he returned with a phone and inputted a series of passwords before the phone was finally unlocked. He dialed a strange, unknown number on the phone which was picked up immediately after the first ring. "What's the sitch boss?" A deep croaky voice spoke from the other end. Mr. Wilson twirled in his seat "The usuals; an unwanted situation just occurred and I will be needing your services Marco." He replied in a mischievous voice. The said Marco erupted in a devious, seemingly blood thirsty laugh "I'll be sure to come prepared.". "Oh and Marco?"
"Yes boss.". "Be sure to bring some guys with you and the doctor, we have a lot to hunting and torturing to do." Mr. Wilson said getting straight to the point. "Will do boss." Mr. Wilson hung up once he received a sign of affirmation. He pressed a button under his desk and shortly after, a knock sounded at the door. "Come in." Mr. Wilson said and a short, young woman entered the office. "Maurice,I have a job for you." Mr. Wilson started.
*******************BACK TO ANDREA'S POV****************
I sat in my office chair working on some important files, well I guess what I am doing can't be considered as working since I practically haven't really done anything. But can you blame me! Okay maybe you should blame me cause I'm the one who goes on about how I have an obligation and how I have to stand by my family but then still goes ahead to feel guilt, regret and fear. I guess since I consider both sides family, I would've gotten hurt no matter whose side I choose. I sighed and closed my laptop, with all these thoughts running through my head there's no way I can or will be able to focus on working. I sat and wallowed in pity and that's when it hit me. If talking about my situation didn't work, pondering about it didn't work and avoiding it didn't work then I guess I'll just have to punch all the feelings out of me. I got up to leave my cubicle when I bumped into Maurice? "Hey Andrea what are you doing today? I was wondering if you could help me with something." "Not today miss Maurice, I have some important business to deal with." I said and left.
After walking for quite a long time, I finally reached my destination, the one room where I can truly beat out my feelings and if you're wondering where, well it's the spy training room also known as the ASSFI room (Agility, Stamina, Strength and Flexibility Inculcation room.). I entered the ASSFI and as luck would have it, there is no one inside so for a few minutes I just stood there letting my eyes roam around the room.This room alone holds so many memories; bitter and sweet. I always came here when I felt sad or lost or hurt but mostly when I got angry. I let out a light laugh as I remembered the times I had Luca and Matthew substitute for punch bags because I had burst all the one here and the Maya would stay sitting on a bench stuffing her face with chips and laughing at how ridiculous our situation was.
Obviously I never actually hurt them or caused them any pain to be considered serious especially because Luca would always stop me when it began to hurt but Matthew... Mathew never complained. He let me hit him till I got exhausted and then would console me or give me good advice to make me feel better. He always said my attacks and relentless punches didn't hurt and I believed him until I caught him using an ice pack once and when I asked him about it, he just gave me a silly excuse for why he was using the ice pack before going on the make fun of how "weak" I am.
He did become better at hiding to nurse whatever bruises I would've have caused but I always gave him gifts anonymously to make him feel better just like he always made me feel better but I'm pretty sure he knows it was me. My lips arched forming a sad smile and I quickly left to get my boxing gloves. I stood infront of the punching bag which is currently placed in the middle of the ASSFI. I stared at it as more memories of Maya and Matthew flooded my head and I suddenly began punching the punching bag my punches getting harder and more rapid the the latter. The more emotional I felt, the harder I punched, screaming and shouting curses and insults at no one else in particular saying all sorts of things. It's no surprise the punching bag burst open after suffering many of my relentless punches. I backed up and watched the sand pour out of it through my misty eyes. And once again my lips gave an even sadder smile when I realised I am still hurting and no there's no more Matthew to help ease the pain. I screamed and collasped on the floor in a knee bent position and let the all the tears pour out from my welled eyes as I continued to watch the sand pour.
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"You better have something good to report or else you will pay for waisting my time." A gravelly voice said with a harshly irate tone. "Of course sir believe me I would never ask for your presence if it were not important." A femuale voice hurriedly answered causing somewhat of an akward silence. "So are you going speak or are you just here to waste my time?" The deep voice asked obviously annoyed which seemed to send the female into a panicked frenzy. "Of course sir. It seems your suspicions are right; the girl kept saying a lot of things mainly revolving around the boy and her mother and she was definitely in a lot of pain." The female coperately replied leaving the man deep in thought.
"We can't be sure yet if she remembers anything... keep an eye on her and don't let her get out of your sight whenever she's not at the mansion, Maurice." The man gave his orders and left tye way he came.