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South Africa

Plan B is put in place and Josephine – the new maid – will be there at Ben’s house tomorrow morning. Get as many info as possible – and see if we can sort this.
After this discussion we go our separate ways, it is 7 o clock and I decide that I’m going to have a light meal in my room. Check my emails and talk to Tina……. Then I will have an early night.
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Meanwhile at Ben’s house:
The phone is ringing, and Ben got up to answer it.
Ben: “Adrian speaking how can I help?”
Person: “Hey it’s me, Bette is in South Africa. She came with Wills and that James guy. She is booked in The Loxton Hotel room 25.”
Ben: “Are you sure?”
Person: “Yes positive, that private investigator picked them up at Cape Town airport…… My contact at the hotel said that they met with someone in their conference room….. Not sure what happened in there.”
Ben: “Ok well then we must go to plan B. Are you in town?”
Person: “Yes I’m on the farm…….. What do you want me to do?”
Ben: “Kidnap her, take her to the farm and when I’m through with her, you can kill her.”
Person: “Good I will let you know as soon as she’s on the farm.”
Ben: “Thanks.”
Bette’s room:
I had a shower, check all my mails, and order room service. I need to phone Tina I want to talk to her, I didn’t know that I will miss her so much…….Wish she was here with me. Maybe I should ask her to come over for a few days, but I know she’s busy on that side, so I have to put that idea out of my head.
My phone starts to ring…. It is Tina.
Bette: “Hey baby.”
Tina: “Hey Bette, are you busy? I’m going into a meeting, it will be for about two hours, and I’m scared that you will phone while I’m in the meeting.”
Bette: “Hey T no I’m not busy, I’m waiting for room service then after that I’m going to get into bed and sleep.”
Tina: “And will you dream of me?”
Bette: “Yes I will, I will dream of us some where alone in a cabin, making love to each other…..”
Tina: “Mmmmmmm really, please do go on with your dream, I like it.”
Bette: “I like it too, o Tina I miss you so much.”
Knock on door.
Bette: “Sorry T just hold on I think my food is here.”
Tina: “Make sure before you open the door.”
Bette: “I will, hold on….”
Tina’s POV:
I can hear her walk to the door and ask who is at the door, the person on the other side said it is room service, and then I hear her open the door. I can hear the person says “Hallo Bette.” And then there is a lot of noise and then the line went dead………
I try to phone her back, but her phone is only ringing, I phone James, and he answer on the second ring.
James: “Hey Tina how can I help you.”
Tina: “James you should go to Bette’s room, there is something wrong she opened the door for room service, the guy said “hallo Bette.” And there were a lot of noise, and then the line went dead. I tried to phone her back, but she is not answering. Please go and have a look.”
James: Ok Tina I will phone you back just give me 5 minutes.
James ran down the hall to Bette’s room, the door is open, no one is inside, there are blood on the carpet.
Bette Porter has been kidnapped…….
TBC
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Damn! Wow! This MF (Ben) got spies everywhere on Bette! He needs to DIE like today! Lord please let her be safe and ok! PPS
Damn indeed. The son of a bitch! !!! Would love to catch him myself and torture him till he died!
And i hate violence! But the person knew Bette, wonder who he is.
Don’t let us waiting for too long and update asap!
Thanks for the update!
Another fly in the ointment,she is down but not out so who could the other fly be?BEN has a lot of money but he now has a pissed off TINA to deal with.not gonna end good for him.pps
Please post soon, I want to know what happens and Tina needs to get on the next plane. Enjoyed it, thanks
A lot of kidnappings going on whew…well I’m sure Ben is going to finally meet his maker this time…keep it going
Do Not !! Oh my heart !! Bette was injured?
This guy is a bastard!
Let’s go to the next chapter.
All Stars.