//EDITED//

My face turns pale and cold. My body is frozen and my eyes are fixed on his face.

Oh bloody hell, not him again.

"Mr. Walker they're here," says one of his bodyguards.

He nods and waves his hand dismissing him.

"Everyone listen up! I want the whole park empty! Make sure not a single living soul is here!" Mr. Walker shouts.

Shit! I am so damn screwed! Why do these things happen to me!?

I quickly hide behind some nearby bushes.

God, please don't see me! Please God please.

Thankfully my prayers have worked so far and I am still alive—for now.

Before I can make myself any more nervous, two cars drive in. They park directly across from Mr.Walker. Two men come out of the first car and another from the second. All three have a stone-face expression, and they're dressed exactly alike. I am even doubting whether these people are human.

"Where is he?" asks Mr.Walker.

As if on cue, a man dressed in a suit similar to Mr.Walker's steps out of the second car. I gasp when I see his face. He has chocolate brown hair and matching eyes. The way he walks makes him seem like a king—he looks so powerful that it's —scary.

Why does he look so familiar?

"Mr. Martinez, so nice of you to join us," says Mr.Walker.

Mr.Martinez—Martinez! Holy crap!

Standing before me is Asher Alexandre Martinez—the son of David Martinez, and the owner of many international companies, and a multi-billionaire.

"Cut the bullshit Walker, do you have it or not?" he asks. His voice echoes through the empty park, making him very intimidating.

"Whoa there, what crawled up your ass?" asks Mr.Walker.

Then it hits me—this is an amazing story! I can bring down Mr. whatever-is-his-first-name-is Walker for murder, and billionaire Martinez for associating with him.

Oh this is so gonna be so fun.

I take out my phone and start taking a video of what is happening.

"Here's a tip Mr.Walker, in business, the number one rule is to never lose your investor. Make their needs yours, make their wants yours and make sure you don't lose them—because if you lose them you lose money.Money is everything in business, and right now you're failing miserably," says Asher, staring him right in the eyes.

"That's very interesting, Martinez. Well let's start get down to business then shall we?"

Asher just glares at him.

"We have the papers you want, but we need to see the money first."

Asher smirks, and one of his men go into the car and get out a suitcase. He opens it and I swear to God I almost die. I've never seen so much god-damned money in my whole fucking life.

"Two million dollars, just like we agreed—now the papers," Asher says, holding out his hand for the exchange.

Mr.Walker hands him the papers with one hand while the other receives the money. Two fucking million, just for some damn papers. Those papers must be important—but then again, he has a shit load of money. To him, it might seem like it was just two bucks. But for some reason, I have a feeling those papers are important. Important enough to kill?

"I guess our business here is done." With that, Asher starts walking back to his car.

Feeling I have enough information I get up, but there is just one tiny problem—my damn knees have locked and I fall face forward onto the ground. I let out a low groan and slowly get up, but then I realise it has gone quiet. Slowly, I turn around to face hundreds of stares.

Well isn't this just peachy.

"Um....hi...you remember me right? Hey, I know your name now!" I say enthusiastically, but dread wells up inside of me.

"Okay—well, you guys just carry on with your little tea party, I am gonna, you know—head over there and run for my damn life!"

Without waiting for a response, I start running like I'm being chased by rabid animals, but I am pretty sure I am in way deeper shit than that.

How the hell do I get myself into these damn messes?!

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