“Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal.”
- Henry Ford
“You work for Drusilla don’t you?” Hubby asked and Voltaire let out a tiny gasp. “You’re one of her little freaks aren’t you? Yes, I bet you are. Why don’t you come out? I’ve always wanted to see one of her special spies up close.”
Voltaire decided he had to get away from Hubby as quickly as possible. He moved too quickly and walked into a box of books in the hall. Voltaire caught himself before his body hit the floor and quickly bit his lip to keep from making any noise.
“Are you shy? I know, come out and I’ll buy you something pretty to wear next time you get sent here to quietly beg for my attention.”
Something about Hubby’s tone of voice in Voltaire made him turn around and slowly follow that hateful sound back into the lobby. His hands stretched out to make sure he did not bump into anything again as Hubby’s verbal abuse continued.
“If you ever get tired of being Drusilla’s little pet then you can come and be mine. Does she make you wear a collar? I bet I can buy you a much nicer one.”
They were close now. Voltaire considered striking out at Hubby, but that might jeopardize the mission. He forced himself to back away, by using every bit of will power in his being he turned away from that scathing voice.
The elevator noise indicated that its doors where opening.
“Mr. Ris, there is another riot on Odi Street,” a female voice said.
“I will attend to that business.” Hubby said as his voice became silk smooth once again. “Liz, go to the security room on this floor and alert the guards we have another… guest today.”
Voltaire instantly began to follow the click of high heels once they left the elevator. He stayed behind Liz, trusting the reporter would not bump into him as they went to room ten.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.