The Billionaire and His PA novel Chapter 101

Cassie felt as if her head had been shattered into thousands of pieces by a sledgehammer, hastily put back together with hot glue and then a band of tiny people had started to use it as a venue for a rock metal concert. She felt worse than that time in her freshman year of uni when she had attended a series of parties nonstop for an entire week, drinking everything that was handed to her and dancing to every song that the DJ had played. The thing was, this time, she hadn’t been partying. In fact, she had just been… What exactly had she been doing?

Cassie tried hard to recall what she had been doing before, straining her brain and ignoring the headache that intensified in her attempt to remember. Her memory came back to her in slow flashes. Riding the Ferris wheel with Felix. Being presented with a stuffed bear. Running in the rain and seeking shelter in a supermarket. Felix let go of her hand so that she could go and get a carton of milk. Try as much as she might, that was where her memory ended; with Felix letting go of her hand. She couldn’t even remember if she had ever made it to the milk aisle. What exactly has happened since then?

Realizing that she was surrounded by darkness, she tried to peel open her eyes only to realize that her eyes had been open ever since. Her vision had just been obstructed by a blindfold wound tightly over her eyes. She tried to lift up her hand to move the blindfold away only to find that they were bound together. Even her legs were bound together. She started to struggle against the bindings, barely succeeding as her body seemed like it was filled with lead and refused to cooperate with her. She could tell that she was lying on the floor of a moving vehicle as she could feel the movement and hear the sound of the engine; that wasn’t a good sign. She tried to cry out for help but there was a gag around her mouth that prevented her from doing so.

“I think she’s awake.” A voice stated. “Why is she awake? How many milligrams of midazolam did you give her?”

Cassie froze. It didn’t take much effort on her path seeing as she was barely moving before.

“Enough.” A different voice replied.

“Enough is not an answer.” The first voice snapped. “You were supposed to measure out exactly seven milligrams of the midazolam for her. We’ve been planning this for months now and you want all of that to go to waste because you couldn’t be bothered to follow the instructions? I knew you were stupid but I didn’t know you were that stupid.”