The Arrangement

Chapter Three

Taylor's POV

Later that night I got a text from Lauren, saying that I could take a temporary leave from the job and I could take as long as I needed since I've been working very hard as an intern.

I just got my promotion a week ago and I'm already doing really good.

The pay is fucking amazing, and my colleagues are nice.

Today was my first interview and Lauren praised me throughout the whole day about what a great job I did.

I'm guessing Nicolas didn't mention how rude I was to him, which I'm thankful for. That could've been a huge step back from everything I've worked so hard for.

I'll take that leave though.

"So, how'd the interview go?" My best friend, Sophia asks me as I take a sip of my drink.

"It went...pretty well actually," I nod as I turn my chair to face her.

"Who did you have to interview again?"

I sigh and roll my eyes. "Nicolas Romano."

"Oh really? The hot guy from college you always had a crush on?" She wiggles her eyebrows at me. I choke on my drink at how funny she looks and the thing she mentioned about him being my crush.

"What?" I ask, still laughing.

"The guy from college? You know, the one you had a crush on? The one that insulted you that one time years ago?"

"Yeah, I guess. So unfortunate."

"Was he as hot as he is on TV in person?" She asks, grinning ear to ear.

"What do you think?" I ask her, shaking my head at the mere thought of the famous businessman. "I'm going to head to bathroom really quick."

"Be careful. You know how nasty these men can get," she says, her eyebrow lifting up slightly.

"Alright Mom," I say sarcastically as I roll my eyes at her.

"I'm not joking Tay," she says sternly. "Ten cuidado mi amor," she says, as she winks at the female bartender. I laugh at her as she orders another drink.
{ spanish translation : be careful my love }

I hop off my chair before grabbing my purse off the counter and making my way to the bathroom door as the alcohol in my system starts to affect me.

After I finish doing my business in the bathroom, I fix my dress and make up before heading out the door, finding myself lost in this bar.

I look around, trying to find the stairs or someone to follow back to Sophia, but no one is anywhere and none of this looks familiar to me so I don't know where to go.

I huff and walk to the left, a large, black door in front of me. I slightly open it and I'm shocked at what I see.

"Dov'è la mia cocaina Raphael?" A familiar voice asks. Unfortunately, I can't understand what they're saying or see who it is due to the lack of light in this large room.
{italian translation : where's my fucking cocaine Raphael}

"I-I swear I'm gonna have it soon. I just need a little more time and you'll have it. I swear," A man kneeling on the ground begged as tears began to fall down his cheeks.

The man standing up kicks him in the stomach, making me wince silently.

I glanced back at the one who was still tied up against the wall. His lip was bleeding, swollen too maybe, and he looked as pale as a ghost.