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Fallon was working late, as normal when the year end was coming up, there was so much to do for the business, on top of trying to get all the latest podcasts and articles out. Most of the other staff had gone home for the night, leaving Fallon with only the cleaning staff, who were mostly just emptying the bins. She was almost done for the night, all that was left on her list to do was file the last article for this month’s issue and put in for the end of year bonuses for all the staff. Sighing to herself before clicking send on the article she lent back in her chair for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut to enable them to focus better on the screen to finish sorting the bonuses, drive home, get into bed and more importantly Liam’s arms. It was exactly then she felt it, the presence in her the office, shaking it off as one of the cleaners going home for the night or doing something just outside her office, she sat back up straight continued working. Until she felt the presence again, this time it was more pressing, she was just about to reach for the gun she kept in her desk draw just in case when it happened.
“Keep still, keep quite and don’t struggle you’ll only make things worse,” her instinct was to scream as her head was yanked back by her hair and a cold, hard blade was pressed against her throat, but all that came out was a whimper.
“Now you are going to lead us to the safe, open it and let us take whatever we want and you wont be harmed, fight us and you don’t want to know what we can and will do to you,” the voice hissed at her.
“Okay, I’ll do it but it’s a little hard to move like this” as she spoke the words she felt the knife move away from her neck slightly and the hand holding her hair pulled her up out of the seat.
“Lead the way then,” Fallon started to walk slowly over to where the office safe is kept, trying to think of how she was going to get out of this situation, unharmed and with her money and business intact. Luckily, they didn’t keep much in the way of cash in the safe but all the paperwork for the business, if they had that who knows if it would be able to survive. As they reached the safe Fallon bent down and inputted the key code and pressed her fingerprint against the reader, as the safe door swung open, she felt herself being pulled back up to standing and the knife pressed back to her throat. This was going to be harder to get out of than she thought.
“Now you’re going to stay here, not move let us take anything we want and leave, the police will not be called or you will regret it,” the pressure on her throat was removed and hair let go as the unknown man started to move round her office taking whatever took his fancy. Using his distraction to start to slowly move towards her phone, once she reached the desk, where her phone was, she tried to subtly use speed dial to call someone, anyone, but accidentally knocked it onto the floor causing the man to look up and realise what she was doing.
“What do you think you’re doing, bitch,” he called as he walked towards her. The next thing she saw was a baseball bat flying towards her body, with no time to protect herself it collided with her rib cage and knocked her to the floor. The anger never left the man’s eyes, as blow after blow was delivered, Fallon tried to crawl away or protect herself, but nothing could be done, she couldn’t get away. Screams found their way out of her mouth before slowly quietening to whimpers as strength left her body. That was the last thing she remembered before losing consciousness.
Liam knew how stressed Fallon had been trying to get everything together so that she could take a few days off for the holiday season, so they could spend a few days relaxing, and celebrating Christmas with their family. He appreciated that she was finally willing to take some proper time off and let her employees handle everything but wished she did not work herself quite so hard to accomplish it. As she had been getting home around eleven every night, they had got into a routine, he got her pyjamas out, and made her a sandwich as he knew she had been surviving off coffee most days, except when he was able to go in and drop off lunch for her. He was just walking back to their bedroom to get into his own pyjamas and wait for her when he heard the door open, he must have his time slightly wrong or she managed to get out the office a little earlier. However, what he saw made him drop the plate in shock…