Title: Her Call
Description: She receives a call from her dad. He’s in trouble. Guess who has to protect her?
Author’s note: ENJOY READING! this is inspired by the character; Ghost from COD/MW2. I really love the concept of a mask! this is going to have multiple parts just idk how many
Sometimes I wondered where the money came from.
Yes, I could confirm that it was frowned upon to ask too many questions about it. Yes, I knew that I was blessed in multiple ways because of it. And of course, I was grateful and thankful for the opportunities and wishes that were granted through the money—but sometimes, I wondered where it all came from.
My wondering was always short lived though. Once my stilettos stepped foot into this building—a building that had my name printed in big letters—all those thoughts went to the left. I took a note from Beyoncé’s book and threw my baggage so far from the right because I accomplished my dream. I owned my own business and I was blessed.
Blessed that I had a father who could grant all my wishes. Blessed that I had a parent who will always provide for me. Blessed that I was surrounded by people who wanted the best for me.
I felt bad that I was unconsciously ignoring the second most important person in my life—Ryan. My best friend and personal assistant had spoke again,
“Hello, Senna? You there?”
“Sorry, I was in my thoughts again.” I told her while refocusing my gaze on her face. “And no, that’s all I need. Thank you.” I had previously called her in my office to request for her to schedule a meeting with an important future client of mine. She followed my request, as always.
“Great. I’ll send those emails out and I'll see you. . .want to get dinner together later?” Ryan asked, her eyes ridiculously pleading for me to say yes.
I paused and thought about my schedule for the rest of the day—I think I should be free for dinner. “Yes, that sounds great! I’ll see you later.”
She smiled and nodded at my response. I watched as she happy-danced out of my office. I watched her with a big smile on my face. I was equally excited about this dinner. Recently, work has been stressful. I had deadlines to make and the holiday season was right around the corner, so this was always a busy time at my marking company.
Right when I was about to dive myself back into my work, I got a call.
I looked at my personal phone, where the call was coming from, and spotted my father’s name on the caller ID—which was very weird to see. My father never called me when he knew I was at work. Hell, my father barely called me period. If some thought I was a workaholic, he was the face you saw when you looked up the definition of the word on google. I had to force myself into his house at least once a month or I wouldn’t see him at all. That man stayed in his house and specifically, his ass stayed glued to his office chair.
I answered the phone on the second ring, “Hey dad?” It came out as a question. Why was he calling me?
He took a big sigh of release. “Senna? Fuck. Thank fuck.”
“Dad? Hello?” Why did he sound so relieved?
I heard a lot of shuffling going on in the background then he spoke, breathlessly, “Look sweetie—look, I don’t have a lot of time.”
My office chair spun on its wheels and I ended up facing the window behind me. This conversation was going to need my full attention and my laptop pinging with emails was definitely going to distract me.
“Don’t have a lot of time?” I repeated back. My heart was beating ten times faster after I heard that sentence. “What are you talking ab—“
“Senna, I fucked up. I fucked up.”
“Dad, what are you talking about?”
“Listen sweetie—I love you. Never forget that.” Why was he being cryptic? Was why he talking like that? “I need you to get the envelope, Senna. Please find it and get it for me. Please sweetie. That’s the only thing that can help me.”
“Huh? What envelope? Dad explain what is happening!” I pleaded, the phone slightly shaking in my hands.
But it was spoken to death ears. He only said, “Pin and Cent are two names you need to remember. Pin and Cent. Please find them—they are the only two people that I trust to look after you and get me out of this. Find them, talk to them, and them only.”
My voice wobbled. Was he in trouble? What the fuck was going on? “Dad, I—I don’t understand what you’re asking. Where are you going?”
More movement in the background occurred. My dad started to whisper. “They’re coming. I don’t have a lot of time. I will call you when I get a new phone, sweetie. First thing. Please sweetie, get the envelope.”
“Dad, dad.“ I shouted at my phone. “What is happening? Please please tell me everything.”
“I will, sweetie. I promise. But I have to go now, okay? Go to a place called Plaza Walls and there you will meet Pin and Cent. I love you, Senna.”
“Dad I love you too, but wh—“
I didn’t get to finish my sentence. The call ended.