The Billionaire and His PA

m take me. Why did you have to offer yourself off like some sort of sacrifice? I have nothing to lose. I have no family. No one is going to miss me. If these guys kill me

o understand why the two men had each been carrying large duffel bags which were probably bursting at the seams with cash. She chose not to turn the phone in Isabel’s direction as some of the comments on social media were saying that they both deserved to be kidnapped and even killed for working at a strip club. That would set her friend off. “That’s good news and all but can you please try to get in touch with the authorities and let them know that we need them to rescue us?” Cassie nodded and dialed 911. It didn’t take long before a cherry woman answered. “Hello, 911. What’s your emergency?” Cassie brought her voice to its lowest volume. “Hi. My name is Cassie Peters and I’ve been kidnapped along with my friend Isabel Gomez.” She explained. “We were the girls that were taken from the strip club. “Oh, dear.” The 911 operative exclaimed. “Are any of you hurt? Can you see where the men are taking you?” “No. We’re both fine. Isabel is a bit shaken up but she’s fine. There are no windows at the back so I can’t tell where we are.” Cassie explained. “Okay. Just stay on the line with me sweetie and I’ll start tracking this number. Just hang in there.” The 911 operative consoled her. Cassie held her breath as she heard a repeated clicking sound. She failed to notice that the car had begun to slow down and that the friendly chatter between her two kidnappers had turned aggressive. “Okay. I’ve got your location. And you’re in luck, there’s a squad of officers just five minutes away from you. Just stay on the line and they’ll be right there.” The other woman on the line urged. Before Cassie could express her thanks, Isabel nudged her into silence. The van had come to a halt and the loud music has stopped. Still, on the call, Cassie slipped the phone into its hiding place and listened as the two kidnappers continued to argue amongst themselves on how to share their loot. The bulky man in the skull mask had also taken his mask off. Unlike his accomplice, he had his brown hair cut close to his head in a military style. He had a multitude of faint superficial scars decorating his face. His green eyes showed with anger as he gesticulated wildly towards his accomplice. “What do you mean you want to take sixty percent of what we got?” He asked, nostrils flaring. “If you think you can screw me over Robert, you better think again.” He jabbed a thick meaty finger at the skinny man – Robert’s – chest. Robert smacked the hand away. “Listen Tobias. I’m even doing you a fav