MimiZanna's World

  Argon couldn’t come up with an answer. Pzeyma smirked. What are you hiding, Argon? What is it that’s making you look so scared? he thought. “She’s my daughter, which also means I own her,” he snarled. “What will you do with her once she’s back?” “I’ll make sure she is never able to leave Zephania without me!” Oh, so that’s what it was, thought Pzeyma. Does he miss her or what? He’s being very strange today. “I’ll send my men to Oman. Why don’t you return for the day?” “Thank you. I must take Jade back with me. Nicholas misses her.” Yeah right. “Take her back later. She’s not home.” Argon clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment. “I’ll get going then. See you soon.” Argon got up and left the office, the bitter tea still floating in the china cup. Pzeyma sighed, rubbing his forehead. If the Princess is really offended, then we all are in big, big trouble. He took out his M obiado Professional 3 AF from his side pocket and dialed a number. “Az...

  Nicholas happily walked back home. Now, father won’t be causing any trouble, right? He smiled. He whistled, kicking a rock in his way when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was greeted by a punch on his face. “WHAT WAS THA-” Another punch. “ARGH!” he stepped back, covering his bleeding nose with his hand. The man seemed to be one of his father’s men. He wore a black suit and a pair of black rectangular glasses. Oh, shoot! Did he follow me? Fudge! Nicholas knew better than anyone to never talk back to his father’s subordinates. So, he stood helplessly, mouth zipped. “The President has seen through your scheme,” he said in a gruff voice *. Nicholas’ eyes widened. How was father able to find out so soon? “I’ll be taking you to the basement,” he said and took out handcuffs from his side pocket. Nicholas thought of running away, but where would he run off to? Going back home would be the same as presenting himself as a sacrifice to the devil....

  “The rabbit hasn’t been found till now, dad,” reported Nicholas the next morning. Argon lit his cigar and walked over to the big rectangular glass window. “This is a small country. If she’s hiding in those pauper girls’ houses, we can easily find that out. After all, she even went to a pauper school.” “What do you intend to do with her friends?” Nicholas asked cautiously. “Like, if they don’t know or don’t tell you?” “Not knowing and not telling are two different things, son,” said Argon, turning around, facing Nicholas. “I still haven’t found a new chess teacher for you. So, how about go and look for those addresses?” he ordered. Nicholas nodded and left the room. He wished he could disobey his father, but he couldn’t leave his mother all by herself. She was already worried sick about Remedios. His father told him to get Remedios’ friends’ addresses. Maybe if he could visit them and let them know in advance…no, his dad would send a search party, and that household woul...