Mabel Sanders and Chris Bolton walked out of the Pink Flame Jazz Bar by exactly 1:30pm and with a brief and nonchalant nod to each other, they went their separate ways. Mabel Sanders got into her car, brought the engine to life and pulled out of the parking lot and gently steered her way back into the stream of vehicles on the main road.Chris Bolton headed to his own car where Rose was waiting for him in the driver's sit. He opened the door to the front passenger sit and got in. Whenever he stepped out for a casual social meet up with Rose and didn't take his usual escorts, he preferred to ride up front with Rose. Matter of fact, even with the other vehicle of escorts present, he still still in the preferred to ride up front with her. He only refrained from doing that in extremely formal settings and social gatherings where he knew eyes would be on him. He had barely even had to get in properly and shut the door before she spoke."So, how did that go?" she asked "What did our littl

Mrs. Yvonne walked away from Chris and headed to the kitchen after explaining that on Mr. Michael Bolton's instruction, she had actually been on her way to ask that one of the maids take up a glass of orange juice to him. She had told Chris to wait for her so they could head up to Mr. Michael Bolton's quarters together on her return. As soon as she left, Sarah spoke up."Are you absolutely you don't want us present with you when you tell him?" She asked as she looked up at Chris."Yes Sarah, I'm sure." Chris said and smiled at her with a nod. "I'll handle this myself." he finished just as Mrs. Yvonne came into view as she headed to them. "You ladies can head to the garden and someone can ask the maids to get us some snacks and drinks. You don't have to wait for me. Dig in. I'll just quickly see dad and head out to join you ladies." he finished just as Mrs. Yvonne got to them and without wasting time, they both headed for the stairs and began their ascent."Would you want to change

Chris stayed in his position and pondered some more then he stood up and walked walked to his window and looked out. For some reason, he still felt off about Arthur McDoyle. Granted, when he actually thought about it, there was nothing to concern him, he really had nothing to be so bothered about, nothing looked out of the ordinary but still something felt off and not right and it nagged at him. He had even been speaking with Mabel Sanders more frequently in the past two weeks, just to check in with her and know that she if she had heard from Arthur and the results of those check in had always been the same; no, Arthur still hadn't reached out and she hadn't either and yes, she would be sure to reach out to Chris immediately and let him know if she heard from Arthur or got wind of any suspicious activity that involved him. The last two check ins however, had ended with her telling him that she was probably just being scared or paranoid but she was beginning to feel like Arthur had got

Arthur McDoyle leaned back in his chair and grinned widely. The roulette had really begun to spin and they were getting closer to the end of its spin. Stupid Chris freaking Bolton had taken the bait. He really had to hand it to Mabel Sanders. It had all been her idea. Honestly, he hadn't really believed it was gonna work at first. ABOUT SIX WEEKS BACK IN ARTHUR MCDOYLE'S HOME"We can't pull off successfully kidnapping Chris Bolton alone, we're going to need help," Arthur said with a "duh" expression."Says who?" Mabel asked."Well do you have a plan that involves just both of us pulling it off without losing our lives?" Arthur asked."Well yes, as a matter of fact I do" Mabel said and gave Arthur a satisfied but sinister smile. Arthur stared at her with his eye brows raised in question. He didn't like the look and the smile on her face though. He knew Mabel Sanders could be a really mean and coldhearted lady and the look on her face at the moment didn't hide that fact. What co

Chris Bolton stared out the window of his car with his hand under his chin as his guard and driver for the day sped through the roads with practiced ease. He appeared calm and reasonably thoughtful to the innocent passerby and onlooker but in reality he was freaking scared and worried out of his mind. He hoped with all had that Mabel Sanders was fine. The woman was a freaking devil but she had sounded so shaken and scared out of her mind. As he stated out the window he imagined every worse case scenario he could possibly meet when he got to the Rum n' Euphoria bar. What if he got there and saw her pinned up against a wall by her attacker as he squeezed the life out of her? Or what if he got there and saw her attacker let go of her neck and release his grip and then Chris got happy to see that he was letting her go but then her attacker dragged a knife out of her belly and she slumped to the ground lifeless and spitting out blood, right before Chris and he could do nothing to help her?