The Capturing Chapter 1

A knock at the door broke Alex’s concentration on his paperwork and he looked up.

“Yes?”

His personal assistant, Miles, opened the large oak door and stepped into Alex’s office, a white folder stuffed with papers in his hands.

“Evening Miles,” Alex said, putting his pen down.

“I have all the material you asked for,” Miles told him, handing him the folder.

“Already?” Alex said, taking it from Miles and opening to the first piece of paper. “I’m impressed Miles.”

Taking his time and reading through all the papers, Alex was even more impressed with everything he read. Miles was able to find all the information he had asked him for and more. One document, in particular, really peaked Alex’s interest. He held it up, reading over the consult from the health clinic multiple times before looking towards his assistant.

“How did you get this?” he asked him, indicating the note from the doctor.

“Made a friend who works at the clinic,” Miles informed him.

Alex leaned back in his desk chair as she read every word. “I thought this may be true but I wasn’t 100% sure.”

“If you draw your attention to the back pages, you can see the plan we have in place for her removal.”

After reading over the proposed plan and approving it, Alex skimmed through everything a second time. “This is incredible work, Miles. You did a fantastic job.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Alex closed the file and looked up at his assistant. “When can it be completed by?”

“We have confirmation of her location on Saturday night. I have a team standing by and waiting. We are just awaiting your okay.”

Again, Alex was fansicanted by Miles work ethic. “See that it is done,” he told him, handing back the file folder.

Miles took it with a nod of his head, and exited Alex’s study.

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Saturday night could not have come any faster. Between group assignments, homework and studying for exams, Meeka was so excited for a night out with her girlfriends to celebrate the end of finals.

She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror as she touched up her makeup. She was wearing a brand new outfit she bought the previous weekend and was thrilled for the opportunity to wear it out. She wore a dark green crop top with long sleeves and a shallow V-neck. The crop top cut off just above her navel, showing off the piercing she had in her belly button. Her skirt was also new. It was a black mini skirt that sat loosely on her rear. Perfect for dancing in. As were the black ballet flats she wore on her feet. Even though she was showing off a bit of cleavage, her stomach, and was wearing a shorter skirt, Meeka was still the most conservatively dressed out of all her friends.

“Have you seen anyone you might be interested in?” Meeka’s friend, Ellen, asked her. She was at the sink beside her, washing her hands.

Meeka put her lip gloss back in her purse and looked at her friend. “Not really,” she told her. Meeka had recently ended things with a boy she had been seeing for a few months. They weren’t ever officially boyfriend and girlfriend so Meeka wasn’t to upset over the whole thing, but her friends had taken it upon themselves to decide she needed to find someone to rebound with.

“The bartender is pretty cute,” Ellen pointed out.

Meeka looked at her friend like she was crazy. “The one with the ponytail?”

Ellen threw her arms up in defeat. “Well, you know what, Meeka? You might want to stop being so picky if you don’t want to die a virgin.”

Meeka gave her friend a look and looked around the public restroom to see if anyone had heard. “Ellen, shut up.” Ellen was by far Meeka’s closest friend, therefore, she was the only one that knew Meeka was still a virgin. She wasn’t ashamed of it or anything, just something she was a little self conscience about especially considering how experienced all her other friends were.

Not that she hadn’t had the chance before. She was a attractive young girl. She had naturally wavy dirty blonde hair that she grew out just below her shoulders. Despite being quite thin, she had a good sized chest and was proud of her small, but perky B32 breasts. She had a very serious boyfriend in high school and thought she was ready to bite the bullet and sleep with him, until she found out he had been cheating on her. That ended that, and she had been to busy with school and studying to really look for something serious. But now, exams were over, the summer was right in front of them, and Meeka was ready to meet someone.

After leaving the bathroom and meeting up with the rest of their group, Meeka and Ellen enjoyed drinks, free shots from strangers and dancing together on the dance floor.

While dancing in a circle, Meeka felt a tap from one of her friends. Meeka leaned in close to hear what she was shouting at her.

“That guy,” Rose told her, “has been staring at you for like 10 minutes straight.”

Turning to look in the direction of Rose’s eyes, Meeka saw a good looking guy leaning against the bartop staring at Meeka. As soon as she made eye contact with him, he grinned at her.

Turning back to Rose, Meeka asked, “how do you know he’s looking at just me?”

“Because,” Rose replied, “I’ve been watching him and he is totally fixated on you, and did you not just see his smile when he saw you looking at him.”

Meeka looked back at the man. He was average height, probably only a little taller than Meeka’s 5’4 self. He had deep chestnut hair that was shaved short at the sides, a little longer at the top of his head. He was wearing dark jeans and a black bomber jacket. Meeka had to admit, he was very good looking.

“He’s so hot,” said Sarah, another one of their friends who had joined in on the conversation

“Go talk to him,” urged Ellen.

Looking back at her friends, Meeka said, “Okay, wish me luck.” The three of them cheered for her as she turned towards the bar and approached the handsome gentleman at the bar.

His smile got wider and wider as Meeka got closer to him. She smiled back at him shyly, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I was hoping you’d come over,” he said to her, once she was in close enough range to hear him. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked her.

“Sure,” she said. She ordered a drink from the bartender then looked back at him. Now that she was close, she noticed he had sparkling blue eyes and a diamond stud earring in his right ear. “I’m Meeka,” she told him.

“Miles,” he said, introducing himself. “Do you come here often?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m attending NYU so my friends and I come here a lot.”

The bartender put a glass of rum and coke on the counter for Meeka. As she took it, Miles handed the bartender a large wad of cash.

“Whoa!” Meeka exclaimed. “What? Did they use golden rum in here?” she joked, looking at the contents through the clear glass.

“Just paying my tab,” Miles explained to her.

She looked up at him, flirtatiously. “And how many other girls have you got on that tab?”

He grinned down at her. “No girls, just myself and some friends.”

Glancing over to the dancefloor, he said, “Speaking of friends.” Meeka looked in the same direction he was looking, and saw her three girlfriends very obviously staring and watching as she talked with Miles. “Think we could go somewhere we can talk without your friends giving me the third degree?”

She nodded, sipping on her drink. “Sure.”

Miles wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close against his side as he led her away from the watching eyes of her friends and to the doors that led outside to the smoking area.

The cool evening air hit Meeka’s face and body making her shiver a little as they stepped out onto the pavement. The smoke pit was normally packed with people but somehow, they were almost completely alone. There were only a few people huddled in corners, enjoying a cigarette. Meeka counted 6 people outside including herself and Miles.