Unimpressed, Debra kicked the bodyguard in the backside. "So, you just grabbed two high school kids? Didn't even bother to ask questions? What if you got the wrong people?"
The bodyguard rubbed his sore rear. "Ma'am, these two punks were scrapping like pros. It looked shady to me. Better detain and grill them."
"Grill them? You think this is some overseas black site? You've been hanging with Marion for too long, ready to interrogate anyone who crosses your path," Debra sulked.
Randy descended from the executive office upstairs. He looked like he'd pulled several all-nighters. His face was haggard, with dark circles under his eyes.
Solomon saw him and blurted, "Dad?"
"Huh?" Randy froze.
Erica, hot on his heels, grabbed his ear. Her tone dripped with suspicion. "Dad?"
"Hold up! I don't even know this guy." He pointed frantically at Solomon. "You're some Illuminati plant, aren't you? Do we look alike at all? You're talking nonsense."
Debra glanced at Solomon, then back at Randy. They indeed had similar looks and builds.
The entire floor went silent. Everyone stared at Randy with odd expressions.
Even Randy started to doubt himself.
Just then, a panicked voice rang out from outside. "Trouble at the west docks! You gotta get down there!"
The van was already moving. They couldn't exactly toss us out.
But when we reached the west docks, the same guy who'd nabbed us earlier yanked us out. He spat, "You two stay put. This is no place for high schoolers. Go home."
He led the other bodyguards toward the docks.
But neither Solomon nor I was the obedient type. Once the coast was clear, we switched tactics, creeping closer to see what was happening.
Before we got far, a thick stench of blood hit us.
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