"Get over there", Harry was pushed into an abandoned building by huge and well build bodied men.
the room was very dark. Only a little spot, where the chair was placed was brightened with a white bulb. The calmness of the room was moderate to be replaced with a gráveyard.
Harry's face was covered with thicked dark clothes, with his wrist bound together with a rope. "Walk faster", the man beside him yell pushing him to move fast
He was very weak, he was still affected by the drug that he drank from the drink. He could still remember he was kidnapped by pretty marvellous (Kelly).
He must be very smart to be able to kidnap him even with over 150 security guards and 50 CCTV cameras in the white house.
He trudged as he was directed. He was forced to sit on the chair, the thick dark clothes was put off his face. He glanced at their faces, then tilt back his sight to the floor. None of them looks familiar to him.
"Guess who I have here in the room?", the door was opened and someone stood, spreading his hand to the frame. The utterance sounds familiar to him.
He stare at him, he could not see his face because of the darkness in the room.
"Long time no see old friend", he smirks walking out of the darkness to the light spot. The men bow before Bugati and stood beside the drowsy Harry
"Bugati", he whispered glaring at him, his hair dangled to his forehead, sweat was running down his chin. after some seconds of silence, he lowered his face to his thighs.
"You never expect someone like me Harry, did you?" He placed his left leg on the chair, putting his hand on Harry's jaw line - lifting his face to focus on him.
"Did you? tell me, Harry?" He roared pushing him to lean on the chair. "You stole everything from me". he groaned putting his leg off the chair.
He walked around Harry with his hand crossed beside him. "You stole the best moment from me Harry, that night you left with the award was the worse day in my life", he stopped and spat on the floor.
Harry leaned on the chair, huffing and listening to Bugati's voice sinking into his brain like a pearl of wisdom from above.
He grimaced, gripping Harry in the neck. "You know I can kill you now", he applied much strength to his hand leaving him choked. He was trying to get free from the grip but his hand was locked
"I never asked for you to be kidnapped, Harry". He released his neck. Harry was breathing heavily, strengthening his neck to make sure it still functioning.
"I never asked for you to be kidnapped", the word resound in Harris's brain, if he never asked for him, then why is he here? He was aback by Bugati's statement.
"Yes I never asked for you to kidnap", he walk close and punch him in the face. "That's for betraying me". Harry's nose was bleeding.
"Someone exchange you for my goods that you abandon me with", he smirks, glowering at him
"Before I kill you, Harry. let me make some money from you". He brought out his phone and dialled some digits, sending call.
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White House
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"What could happen to him?", Samara asked stepping off from the car without waiting for anybody to open it for her, it was just a normal routine for people to open the door for her,
"Don't know ma'am", Mr Lucky was running after Fav that was barreling into the white house, not listening to what Lucky said.
She stop, gaping at the house. The security men were laying on the floor, snoring, what could make them sleep in the daytime..she thought.
she genuflects, placing one of the securities on her lap, resting his head on her arm, tapping his cheeks.
"Who are yo?!! Just leave me to rest".the man drivel, with his eyes, closed, falling back on samara's hand
Mr Lucky walked past Samara. feeling depressed over what's wrong with Harry Kel.
He walked into the corridor leading to the living room, the security guard was just sleeping with their mouth open.
He hopped past their body, heading to the living room that was connecting to Harris's room, the bottle of champagne on the table seems to catch his attention. He stopped and walked to the table.
He could notice the glass on the floor, he ignores the drink on the table, scrunching to the floor, picking up the glass that was dropped by Kelly the previous night.
"Did you find anything", samara bombed into the living room. Mr Lucky winked at her telling her to head upstairs, she obeyed and dashed through the stairs.
He gripped the glass up bringing it closer to his nose, he sniffed the scents in the glass. He could perceive the drugs in the glass, he stood up and nodded and walk through the stairs.
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"Did you find anything ma'am", he asked peering through the room,
"No need for that Mr Lucky", he stopped when he heard that strong statement from samara. "Someone was here earlier", she added picking up the letter that was sent by Kelly.
"Who was here ma'am?" he asked sounding confused. who could be here and was able to destroy the whole security guard and still escape with Harry.
"Marvellous!! "she whispered. "Marvellous was here last night", she sounded frustrated and pathetic. She dropped the letter on the table having a seat on the egg chair.
"The champagne in the living room was drugged", he was going through the letter line after line.
"You mean the champagne on the table was drugs by this same Marvellous ?", she asked breakdown on the chair...
She wished everything was a dream to her, nobody was in the prison, nobody was kidnapped and nobody was daunted from his right.
She can't save Philip from the law, is high time she put an end to this race, she wept.
"No need for tears, ma'am. we will find a way to get Harry back home before tomorrow", he said comforting her.
Her phone pop a call notification on the front, the call come without a name, and the number was privatised.
She picked up her mobile with her hand trembling waiting for the voice of the caller." Is this Samara ?". Samara was muted glancing at Mr Lucky that was signalling her to say yes.
"Ye..yes!!" She stammered.
"You better respond fast or you will just lose everything", the voice roared over the phone speaker. She put off the phone from her ear to check again who was speaking.
"I'm sorry Mr.", She begged, lowering her voice.
Expecting something special from the caller.
"I have something special! something useful. and something very needful to you now", Bugatti was romancing the word gently into her ear it was just flowing like a beat into her craving ear.
What could be so important to her now, if not finding Harry to save her husband from the law of the state.
She was remaining silent for some seconds, gulping down some ball of saliva.
"What could this so much important thing be?" She asked praying for the answer that was suitable for her problem
"I have Harry", he dropped the word, it was sounding like a bomb to samara.
"You said you have Harry Kel".
"Samara!!". Harry whispered into the phone.
"Now you believe me. summit 10 million USD, in the westly abandon house at 8:00pmq, and mind you don't inform the police about this", the voice stopped for some time before speaking again.
"If you do!  then get ready to get him dead".he growled
"When you submit the money in westly abandon house I will tell you where to get your Harry". He laughed and hangout the call.
"We need to pay him the money", he could cause more harm to him if we try to involve police in this. Samara declare.
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Kelly dragged his rolling suitcase on the floor, applying some energy to push the cosmetics door open, he walked in. He was peering for the cleaner, she was nowhere to be found.
He was about to leave the country, cause he has finally put an end to Harry Kel's story. He's just here to tell Emilia "goodbye".
The store was scattered. The makeup tools were rolling on the floor, he stopped his suitcase and then walked further to clarify his thoughts.
He squat and gather the tools together and placed them on Emilia's makeup table, he could still remember when she was working on the beat necklace, he grinned and move forward to the other part of the store. The building was very quiet. He was unable to understand if anything is wrong or not.
He walked to the training hall, the door was left open, Emilia was huddling on the floor backing the entrance door.
She was holding a photo in her hand, tears were dripping from her eyes, Kelly stalked and stood beside her.
His eyes got with the photo in her hand, it was filled with a dropped of tears, Kelly never care about anyone, but Emilia help him to succeed in kidnapping Harry.
He stepped forward and seat on the floor stretching out his legs, Emilia seeing him beside her wiped her tears and cover the photo.
What's are you doing here Harry, she didn't hesitate to look at his face.
Who's he? He asked pointing at the photo that Emilia was keeping away from him. She ignored his questions focusing on the window that was left open. The sunray was beautiful and warm to her.
He's my father, she breaks her silence looking at the photo. He was sentenced to spend his years in prison. She tucked the hair that was covering her ear.
Today I saw him again in the court expecting him to follow us home - no he didn't. She scrunched the photo and throw it  on the floor
Why didn't he followed you home? Kelly ask sympathetically
His witness was kidnapped, the night before the court day - his name is Harry Kel.