'Help! Help! People, please help me!' Eliot cried.
'Shut up if you want to live?'
Shouted Vyacheslav, then continued, 'And Rashaad, Make sure his mouth is shut!'
'Help! People please help!'
Eliot's mouth was covered with a big huge hand.
'Open the door, make sure he is well tied up?' Instructed Alexander. The black SUV skidded and left some burning smoke from the tires as it disappeared in an alley in New York City.
The news went viral on all TV stations, such as CNN, BBC news, CBSN news, NBC news, Al Jazeera news, social platforms like Tweeter, Instagram, Facebook are all bursting out with the news of the kidnapping of the son of the richest person in the world, in the United States of America. Emily, the best cook's phone, was popping up with continuous notifications from the social media, such as Facebook, YouTube, Instagram, and many other apps. However, Emily, the best cook's mind, was entirely focused on finding a new job. She can not use her phone now. Work came first, as far as she was concerned.
Emily, the best cook, walks inside the Serenity Nightlife Hotel.
'Hello! How may I assist you?'
Inquired the dark-brown-haired female receptionist.
'I would like to meet the human resource manager?'
Requested Emily with an eager face. The dark-brown haired female receptionist figures out that she is looking for a job.
'Madam, if you are looking for a job? We are not hiring now, but you can leave your application letter and CV and when we have a vacancy the company will consider you first.'
Elaborated the dark brown-haired female receptionist.
Emily, the best cook's energy, came down, 'I would like to meet the manager?' She demanded firmly, completely ignoring the earlier response.
'Sorry Madam, he is not available.'
Replied the dark brown haired female receptionist.
Oh, no! Another turn down? Emily complained inside her mind, then gasped.
After reaching out to many different facilities, such as restaurants, lodges, cafeterias, hotels, Emily, the best cook, finally walked right into a bar, looking forward to tasting a cold beer, for it had been a long day. Therefore, a need for rest and refreshment was inevitable, besides, it was already dark, quarter past eighteen o'clock in the evening.
'Hello Madam! Welcome to Sky Bar?'
A waitress said, with a beautiful trained smile.
'Thank you!' And she replicated with a fake smile.
The minute she strode in, she couldn't help it but notice that the center of attention for all the people in the bar was entirely fixed on the smart TV mounted on the wall in front, on top of the counter. The bar was very silent, calmness exuding the atmosphere except the volume of the TV swayed everyone's mind.
'It's Angelina Dickson broadcasting live here at the SMITHTECH building reporting on BBC news. The founder and CEO manager of the SMITHTECH corporation will be giving an official press conference!'
A tall blonde female journalist gave a summary of the headline.
The scenery changed, 'Good evening! My fellow Americans and the world at large. I am here to officially announce that my son, Eliott Barath Smith, has been abducted.----The police, the military and special forces are working extra hard to find the perpetrators and the people behind this conspiracy. As far as I am concerned, there have been no leads, therefore, I would like to appeal to the entire world to help me find my son. Whoever brings my son back well and sound, I will give him or her whatever request may be demanded of me, as long as I am able to deliver or fulfill it. Right now, I pledge a sum of fifteen billion U S dollars as a token of appreciation on top of the demand.'
J B Smith announced.
The listeners in the bar started murmuring about the news they had just received, as discussions filled the entire bar, voices clearly audible in the background.
'This is a terrible thing. Why are there always people with bad motives and evil intentions? What could they possibly want?' An elderly woman complained.
'It's definitely money they want, they will definitely demand a ransom.'
A man jumped in, a bit young with an average tone.
'I don't think so, they could have already reached out, it's almost two weeks now. I hope they are not doing dubious things with that innocent boy. He is so handsome, I wouldn't want to see such a beauty get defiled.'
A brown woman joined the conversation.
'He is not a boy, Sandra, he is above eighteen years old. Anyway, I understand the meaning behind your words.'
A young man in his thirties argued.
Emily, the best cook, was standing near the counter and leaning on it. Then she helped herself onto a long chair. The minute she was comfortable, she unconsciously shifted her attention from the news, and the chatters, in the bar to her phone in the pocket, took it out, entered the password. Interestingly, it was full of notifications, it was actually still buzzing up with even more notifications. It took her a while to check a dozen of them, which were constantly talking about the same thing and showing the picture of Eliot Barath Smith, the son of the filthy billionaire, who made his billions from fiber technology and the telecommunications industry, in the United States of America. Emily demanded a cold beer, and it was given to her.
'What a poor boy! What do the kidnappers really want?'
Emily asked the bartender.
'Definitely, not money?'
Replied Bianca the bar lady.
'Well, I think, the whole thing is motivated by money? Look at all the bad things people do for money? For instance stealing? And why the daughter of a billionaire, above all people?'
Emily challenged.
'One possible reason could be that J B Smith offended someone, and now they are trying to get back at him?'
The man on the left of Emily, expressed his opinion.
'I can't refute your words, all I am saying is that money is the root cause of all evil, especially when you don't have enough?'
Emily flung back.
'I think you all have valid points. Well, if I knew where she was, I would rescue her and grab that fifteen billion US dollars for myself.' It's Kelvin Benjamin, the usual customer at this bar and known by everyone.
'Kelvin, that's a good dream, but you had better wake up. Do you think it would be that easy?'
Inquired Gilbert Damaka.
Emily, the best cook, carried on sipping her beer while perusing the notifications on her phone. Without looking at time, she went for a second beer, her eyes busy scrutinizing the notifications.
'Oh no? It's already twenty thirty pm?'
She murmured to herself, when she had finished drinking her second bottle, paid the bartender, then got up to leave, before she could, a sudden thought dawned in her mind and turn to face the bar lady, 'Excuse me madam, I would like to find a lodge nearby?'
Gazing at the bartender in the eyes, she felt chills run through her entire body, 'three blocks from here in the alley before the main street.'
Explained the bartender, who also looked at Emily, the best cook, with dazzling gleaming eyes.
Emily took a bow, 'Thank you.' She turned, walked past the door and disappeared in the thin air.
'Hello! Welcome to Cresta Lodge Gaborone?' A beautiful receptionist said, as she smiled at Emily, the best cook.
'Do you have rooms and how much?'
Inquired Emily The Best Cook.