Chapter Eight

He heard a low, sinister chuckle, freezing him in his tracks. The temperature in the room plummeted.

The door swung open revealing a familiar figure- Roberts.

Roberts stepped inside, shutting the door behind him while giving Ryan a dagger look, his malevolent grin sending shivers down Ryan's spine.

“I-I-I know you.” Ryan stammered.

Roberts nodded. “A lot of people know me.”

It was Roberts, one of the executives at Regal. A very close friend of Smith. Well, they are all close friends.

He moved closer to Ryan, and Ryan began to go slowly to the back maintaining eye contact with Robert.

He got to the wall and could not move anymore.

He was scared and began to shake. Fear gripped him.

His head was storming off the possible escape route, but he wasn’t familiar with the room.

There was an uncomfortable silence between them. The world seemed to stop at Ryan. His life seemed to have flashed in his eyes.

"Well, you should've known better, Ryan," Roberts sneered, his voice dripping w