Chapter 67:
Julie’s Point of View
While I was screaming in his face, the guard didn’t hesitate for a mont;
he suddenly bent down and clamped his powerful arm around my waist,
then lifted high to place over his shoulder,
solid as a piece of furniture.
The world flipped around , and my head hung behind his back, blood rushing to my face which flushed intensely.
He stepped out of the room with wide, steady strides, indifferent to my weight or my resistance.
I began striking his back with both my hands and kicking his legs with my bare feet in a desperate attempt to unsettle him, but he was like a rock;
he didn’t stagger, and not even a groan of annoyance escaped him.
I said in a loud, stifled voice, while my body swayed with every step he took in the hallway:
"Let go, you wretch! Put down now... I told you, put down!"
My chest was thumping against his hard back, and my long hair hung before my eyes to block my vision;
I could see nothing but the carpet receding beneath us at high speed.
He ignored completely and didn’t utter a single word,
as if my screaming and my attempts to escape were rely trivial noise not even worth the effort of looking back,
continuing to drag toward my unknown fate with Robert.
When the guard stopped before the door of Robert’s office,
he clamped his hand on the handle and knocked loudly.
I beca completely still, pressing my hand over my mouth firmly trying to suppress the nausea that had returned to sweep through my gut;
the position of my inverted head made my entrails churn once more.
Robert’s husky voice ca from inside:
"Co in."
The guard pushed the door open and entered, then encircled my waist with his arm and set on the floor.
My body swayed for a mont before I regained my balance,
and as soon as my feet were steady, I raised my hand and, with all the strength I had left,
delivered a slap that echoed throughout the room onto the guard’s face.
The guard’s body stiffened like a wall, and his jaw clenched so tightly that his facial muscles protruded.
I saw his eyes narrowing sharply, igniting with rage toward .
I scread in his face:
"I told you I didn’t want to co because I’m tired! Why did you carry , you scoundrel?"
I breathed sharply as I watched him, then continued, my voice trembling:
"Who allowed you to touch and carry in this way? Who?"
At that mont, Robert moved.
He rose from behind his desk and walked toward us with steady, calm steps.
He didn’t turn to and didn’t look into my eyes; instead, he fixed his cold gaze on the guard’s face.
He stood directly in front of him and said in a low tone:
"What have you done?"
The colors of the guard’s face began to shift between pallor and redness, and he stiffened in his military stance,
while a heavy silence prevailed that made hear the guard’s accelerating heartbeat as if it were drumming right beside .
The guard lowered his head slightly, and his voice ca out raspy as he tried to justify his position:
"Sir... I only followed your order and brought her to your office."
I lunged a step toward him and shouted with a rage that made my throat ache:
"And did he order you to carry over your shoulder like a sack of flour?"
I paused to catch my agitated breath, then continued with a threat, pointing my finger at his face:
"If you do this again, I will kill you, do you hear ?"
Robert turned toward , a calm smile appearing on his face that didn’t suit the situation, and said in a cold tone:
"There is no ’again’."
In the blink of an eye, Robert’s hand moved behind his waist and pulled out a grey tallic weapon; in that mont,
I felt my heart stop beating and the blood froze in my veins.
Robert raised the muzzle of the weapon and pressed it directly against the guard’s forehead.
The guard’s entire body paralyzed, his eyes widening with a terrifying bulge, and his face paled until it was the color of paper.
Robert didn’t give him a chance to breathe; the sound of the explosion echoed in the room—"Boom"—and the office walls shook.
The guard staggered for a mont, then his massive body fell onto the carpet with a heavy thud, remaining still without movent.
I stood in my place paralyzed, my hands trembling and my eyes fixed on the corpse lying at my feet,
while Robert returned his weapon to its place with utter coldness, as if he had done nothing but move an obstacle out of his path.
My eyes were fixed on the corpse lying at my feet; there was a small hole in the middle of his forehead, from which a thin thread of crimson blood flowed.
His eyes were open in shock, as if he were still watching , even though his body had lost all signs of life.
At that mont, I felt a violent contraction in my stomach, and I suddenly leaned over to empty what remained in my gut onto the office floor.
Minutes passed in which I struggled to breathe, and I felt a harsh coldness running through my limbs until I lost sensation in them.
I moved with stumbling, heavy steps toward the nearby sofa and collapsed onto it.
My chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I felt a sharp suffocation that made open my mouth to swallow air in vain.
I heard Robert’s voice calling in a dry tone:
"Ron."
A dark-skinned man, massive in build and tall, stepped into the office.
Robert gestured with the corner of his eye toward the floor and said:
"Take this scum out of here."
Ron bent down, grabbed the guard’s corpse by the arms, and began dragging him outside;
the corpse’s head thumped against the floor with a rhythmic beat until they disappeared behind the door.
Only minutes passed before a maid entered carrying cleaning tools; she began wiping the blood and the traces of my vomit with total chanical calmness,
while I watched her movents in shock, completely unable to move a single muscle in my body.
Robert returned to his desk and sat on his leather chair with complete calmness.
He took out his cigarette, lit it coldly, and began puffing smoke into the air. After the maid finished and withdrew from the room,
he directed his gaze toward and asked in a calm tone as if nothing had happened:
"Yes, Julie... how are you today?"
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