The Daemon’s Eyes
CHAPTER 34

Durindo,

The next day, MONDAY

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"Hurry up woman!!", Richard shouts behind him as he quickly makes his way out the front door and towards his car...

"I'm coming!...", Sabrina yells back trying to wear her heels while hopping down the staircase. She'd never really known this Mr Vermillion much, but it was a bit frightening to hear he was dead all of a sudden.. Cause of death.... Suicide....!?

He didn't even look like the type to attempt such!! He seemed like quite the jolly old man.

She slips two steps to the landing but manges to balance herself with the rails. Unknown to her that her suit trouser was already torn in the middle!

"Shit!", She panics but swiftly makes her way to the car.

During the ride to work, Richard seemed to be receiving a lot of calls regarding Mr Vermillion's death...

"You guys must have been really close...", She managed to utter, looking out the tinted windows.

"Hmmph... He was just a stock holder I guess", he shrugs hanging up his phone. "This will probably be bad for business.."

Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief... Then narrow in disgust. "How can you say something so... Cruel..!?"

Her frown deepens on noticing the nonchalant look on his face. "Well... He seemed to really like you and I'd assumed you were more than just business partners!"

"Well... You assumed wrongly!", He frowns.

"Aren't you at least going to investiga-"

"No..", he cuts her off folding his arms. "You already said he was possessed... so maybe that's what took over!", She turns to look out the window. "Not that I really care, he was quite a bother...." She looks behind her to see if the driver was listening.

"The glass is soundproof..", he points out. "Unless I push this button". There was a remote for raising the glass up.

Without saying another word, she sits quietly half expecting Richard to start a conversation.

The ride was a silent one other than constantly ringing of his phone, till the car came to a halt.

Sabrina was still annoyed over his reaction, she barged out the door once Roger opened it. Forgetting about her rip...

Richard was quick to noticed and pulled her in before she could get out completely. "Your....", He points at her trousers.

Her face flush up with embarrassment. "I.... Uhhm....!?!". She'd thought she could get away with making it into the elevator unnoticed.

He frowns. "I was just getting ready to step out myself... When I noticed..."

"But what can I do about it?", She sighs. "It happened because you were rushing me so much..."

He slaps his forehead. "Women...".

"Take it off...", He points.

"What?!", Her eyes widen.

"Misa will hand it over to a tailor... "

"So... I'll just sit here for that length of time?!",

"Hmmph.... Or would you rather wear a skirt?"

She nods. "I'll probably wear anything... At this point!"

Getting up halfway, he pulls down a compartment in the roof. And there it was.... A skirt!

"What?!... How?!"

He rolls his eyes. "After the museum's grand opening, it was raining so I offered to drive one of the attendants home", he sits down with a mocking look on his face. "She got the wrong idea and tried to seduce me... So I threw her out..." "You... Threw her?!". She remembered him throwing her once. 'That poor girl...'

He laughs mockingly. "She was so shocked she forgot to put her skirt back on!..."

"What if she'd accused you of rape??!"

"No one believes people who don't have money in Durindo... And everyone knows I'm not that kind of person. I have my pride... And she didn't even meet my standards!!". He tosses her the skirt. "Ummm.... It's a bit small.."

"Is it?... Or you're just too big for it...??"

"That's the same thing, damn it!!"

They both laughed.

"I can change by myself....", She avoids his eyes because he was staring at her.

"Hmm... It's not safe to leave you alone. You could be kidnapped or something... And Roger leaves for some errands the moment we step out"

Noticing that she wasn't going to budge, he sighs in defeat before leaving.

It took her about two minutes to change and step out the car. And just like Richard had said, Roger zoomed off...

Looking around, the parking lot wasn't so cramped up as usual...

"Hello dear...", An old woman pulled her cloth from behind. "Could you please assist me in crossing the road...."

Sabrina noticed her feeble hands had been shaking... And she couldn't say no to such a frail old woman...

"Of course". She smiled walking her to the other side. A taxi was parked beside them.

Someone pressed a handkerchief to her nose from behind, the chemical in it made her pass out. Although for a moment, she could feel herself being pulled into the car...

For some reason, the smile on the old lady's face made her smile a little.... She knew she wasn't going to hear the end of it from Richard...

"That girl... It's already been half an hour!", He slams his fist on his desk.

'Or could she have gone back home..?'.

He dials the reception desk with the telephone. "Misa!... Hasn't Ms Davidson come in yet!"

"No sir...."

"What..?!", He cuts the call before dialing Roger who said he dropped her about half an hour ago.

Abruptly getting up, he quickly grabs his coat then heads out the door.

Soon, he was at the second floor, which was where all the cameras were watched from...

"Good day sir!", A man greets him. "What brings yo-"

"Let me see the video tape from when I arrived..."

Without any more questions, they played the video at the parking lot section B for him. It was a slow video till Sabrina got down and was almost immediately led away from the view of the cameras by an old lady who'd somehow managed to hide her face from the camera's sight.

"Shit!", He slams the desk. "Play the video at the other side of the road"

"But that's unauthorized...."

"I'll take the blame!"

They manage to hack into the camera connected to the street light.

It was just a slight view from beside, but you could see someone being pulled into a car.

"Pause it. Then enhance view at the number plate..."

They do as he says but discover there's actually no plate number..

He laughs a bit.

"Who's that woman sir?"

"Hmmph... Someone important..", he turns to leave. "I guess I'll have to track her using her implant...", He mumbles to himself.

The first meal she'd ever eaten in his house had a tracking chip in it which disperses and attaches to the insides of a person.

It was a precaution he had to take after he'd shown her his ability to heal.

But he needed a woman to attend Donatelli's party with... And she was perfect for the job!