Driving from the Edward's mansion with her brother, Melissa got a message from Sasha asking her to meet at an hotel few mile's out of town, for some interior deco inputs on the office she was opening at the states where she was relocating to.
"I'm afraid I can't come with you to the company. Sasha wants us to meet for lunch, she needs my help with something." She informed David after reading the message.
"Are you sure it's okay to meet with her alone? I can take you there." David said feeling restless about the meeting.
"She is not that bad of a person when you get to know her and I have to be friendly with her for Mark. Their families are very close, whether I like it or not she will always be around whenever we go for any Johnson's family functions." She said trying to ease his worries.
"The driver will take you, be very careful. If you suspect anything, get out and make sure to call me once your meeting is done." He instructed still feeling reluctant to let her go alone. "On a second note maybe I should come with you."
"No, promise I'll be very careful and I can very well defend myself. I'm trained by the best." She smiled as they dropped him off at the Edward's office building.
"Make sure to call Mark, let him know about your meeting." Giving the final instruction, he kissed her cheek stepping out of the car.
As they drove down town Melissa tried to call Mark's number but he didn't answer. After trying several times with no response, she left him a voice message with the hotel address and the meeting details.
When she walked in the hotel she looked around but didn't see Sasha. Sipping the mint lemon iced tea she had ordered while waiting, a woman dressed in the hotel staff uniform approached her, informing her that the person she was meeting with was at the car park not feeling well.
Alarmed, Melissa rushed but when she got to the rear car park, she saw two men leaning on a car but Sasha was not around. Looking around she realized Sasha had lured her out here to finish her off.
"How stupid?" She reprimanded herself looking at the two approaching men cautiously, slightly opening her purse.
"Come quietly, you won't want innocent people to get hurt." One of the men ordered revealing the gun under his jacket.
Melissa studied their every move while walking slowly towards them. With her finger on the trigger as they directed her to the van, she pulled out the gun shooting the man ordering her on the leg. Hit the other man with her left elbow on the stomach then hit him again on the back of his head with the gun knocking him out.
"Who sent you?" Stepping on the bleeding leg Melissa asked point the gun at him. "If you move I'll blow your head off." She warned taking his gun. "Tell me who sent you? I'm not going to ask again.." The gun shot whooshing slightly above the mans head hitting the car tire startled Melissa making her step back from the bleeding man.
Looking before her, Diana stood with a gun in her hand. "Well, they say if you want a clean job, do it yourself." She said smiling.
"Diana! It's you, you sent them to kidnap me?" Melissa asked pointing her gun at Diana.
"Are you going to shot me Melissa?" Diana asked pointing her gun back at her.
"Put your gun down and we won't have to shot each other." Melissa responded slightly removing her finger from the trigger.
"No one is going to shoot." After Diana's statement something heavy fell on the back of Melissa's head making her unconscious.
The people in the hotel ducked under the tables calling the police when the shot's were fired thinking terrorist were attacking them but no one got in. With the heads covered no one saw the two vehicles as they drove off.
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When David got to the office building, he first went to his office to complete some work before picking the documents his grandfather asked him to get. Walking into the home office, he found Mark going through the contract they were to sign for the two families to work together after year's of hating and fighting each other. As the most efficient security company in the country, the Edward's were offering services to the Johnson's for both business and private guards.
It had been hours since he parted with Melissa, time and time again he kept looking at his watch wondering how long the meeting was to lust since she had not called.
"Mark did Melissa call you?" He inquired sitting on the opposite chair handing the documents to his grandfather.
"I've not talked to her, why, isn't she at the office?" He asked getting his phone to find several missed calls and a voice message with he listened to. His phone was silent when he went for a meeting and forgot to turn the volume up. "Have you tried to call her?" He asked dialing Melissa's number.
"No, I asked her to call me once the meeting was over." David said alarmed by Mark's reaction.
"She is not picking, I'll call Sasha." Mark said scrolling for Sasha's number. "Her phone is off to." Pacing around the office, he tried calling at the office.
"Call the driver David, I'll talk to the police chief." Mr Edward said getting his phone.
"The driver is not picking, I'll go to the hotel..."
"Wait." Mark stopped David at the door. "Sasha left the country at noon, her assistant at the office just informed me. This only means someone got to Melissa, she will not be anywhere near that hotel by now." Mark said sitting down covering his face in his hands trying to compose himself.
"Their were gun shots at the hotel's car pack, from the surveillance it shows Melissa was taken. The police are their right now gathering more information and trying to track down those people caught on camera. Also our driver was shot but they managed to rush him to the hospital on time. David, ask Lucy to go to the hospital right now. Find out everything he saw." Mr Edward ordered leaning on the office desk.
"We can't seat here and do nothing, I have to look for Melissa. I can't lose her again." Mark held his head feeling flustered.
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Melissa woke up with a slight headache with her hand's tied at the back of the chair. "Let me go, please let me out of here." She shouted trying to free herself.
"I see you are awake." Diana said walking in.
"Diana what going on here, please let me go." She kept pulling at her hand's trying to free herself but the rope's didn't budge.
"Your going nowhere Melissa, don't even waste your strength." She taunted walking around her.
"Why are you doing this Diana? If it's because of the company, I'll hand it back to you, just let me go, please." Melissa pleaded.
"I want you to watch something first before I tell you why I'm doing all this." She informed turning on the screen.
The hidden camera in Mr Edward's office captured them perfectly. "You have a camera in my grandfather's office?" Melissa asked watching them on the big screen as they made call after call. The worried look's on their face's said it all.
"I'm sure they must have heard about you by now. Ha ha ha one more person and my gift for you will be complete."
"What are you talking about?" Melissa asked moving her face a way as Diana run the remote phone down her face to her neck. "One press at the red button and boom your beloved husband, brother, grandfather and that idiot uncle you dislike so much will be blown into pieces. How do you like that for a gift? Ha ha ha." Diana's laughter kept ringing in Melissa's ears as she watched her uncle rush into the room. "Finally the four of them in one room just as I planned." She said holding the remote.
After year of being with him, Diana knew how much Luke loved his family and would give his own life to save them. She purposely leaked information to his men informing them that the bomb in Mr Edward's home office was to explode in an hour's time only to draw him in so she could finish them up together as Melissa watched.
"No." Melissa shouted kicking Diana hard on the stomach making her drop the remote then kicked it a way but Diana clawed and pressed the button blowing up the room. "No, Mark, David no..." Melissa shouted wiggling to free herself looking at the blank screen.
"Their is no one to save you now Melissa, you are all mine." Diana said hitting her at the back of her head making her unconscious.