Business Arrangement

It's not my normal type of story. This story is made up with no facts it's pure fiction and guess work. Unfortunately, I had to write this one. Because of what is going on in the world today.

Business arrangement.

By loveofmyLife75.

I was working for my father. Dad had it rough when he was growing up until he met my Mother. He worked his way up the ladder of success through hard work. I wanted for nothing. Mum and Dad had a small business. That was nowhere like a business empire. But what they had paid well and they saved.

They employed five others. In the office a girl and four outdoor hard workers. Dad found the contracts. Mum did all the checking and the wages for the five of them. Mum and Dad wanted me to take over the business when they retired in a couple of years' time.

I am a handsome guy but not too heavy I kept myself fit by going to the gym. That by the way is where I met my wife. Cindy Edwards. I was nearly twenty-one and Cindy was the same age as myself. It was love at first sight. Cindy came from a long line of child bearing families. She was the youngest of eleven. Six brothers and four sisters. That was what exactly what I wanted, half a dozen kids. Since I was the only one my parents had.

Cindy was drop dead looking woman. The right shapes in all the right places. Man after man walking past her. Their necks would nearly break of their body looking at her. I was the luckiest man in the universe.

Well, we were married at the young age of twenty-one and a bit. Cindy had a good business head on her shoulders. I would become the contract finder. Dad knew where my talents were and was happy that Cindy had a business head.

Dad let me have as much time off as I wanted. Apart from my salary there was always cash for me. For the next two years. I was married to Cindy. We were having lots of good times. Holidays abroad, wine and dine and dancing. Cindy was a much better dancer than myself. We visited many different places.

I must say I was still learning my way round Cindy's body in the bedroom. I had a lot of failed sexual nights. Cindy put up with it and we got on with our life. I went to the doctors for medical help with my sex life in three weeks was on the up. So, to speak. Sorry my name is Jimmy Carson.

In the city were we lived. There were many clubs were we could dine out and dance the night away. So, we started to visit each one in turn. This particular night we called in a club. The Night Owl it was called. It was for our twenty third birthdays.

I was about ten minutes from the international airport. We sat down and ordered our food and drinks and the band was playing all the smouch songs. That suited me. Since I was a poor dancer.

We ate our food and it was time we had a dance or two. We had two dances and went back to our table. Then a man came to our table and asked my permission if my wife could have a dance or two with him. He looked respectable so I gave my permission. That was the biggest mistake I made in my life.

I watched them on the dance floor. He dances like a true gent. He made no advances on her whatsoever where I thought he would. They were talking a lot to each other. Cindy kept on looking over at me with a smile. They talked and she looked at me as the turned round with a smile. I thought she was having a good time with someone who could dance.

They stayed on the dance floor and it was a popular tune so the floor was full. I kept on losing sight of Cindy. Then I saw Cindy and the man heading out of the door. I was on my feet walking as quick as I could. Dodging the people on the dance floor.

When I got to the door. There was a stocky man from some foreign country. He stopped me. I told him. I was going to get my wife who had just on outside with a man.

He held me and said to me, "She is no longer your wife go and sit down."

I managed to pull away and got outside there were two thick heavy-set men. The stocky man from some foreign country said something to them. I was held so tight. The next thing I saw. Was Cindy being driven away in the direction of the international airport. With the man she had been dancing with. I screamed my head off for her to come back.

They held me for a good ten minutes. I struggled all the time but they were stronger than me. I turned to the stocky man.

"Tell me where is she being taken," I said to the stocky man.

"To a different life. Hundreds of miles from here. One day you will see her again," the stocky man said.

I fell to the floor and burst into tears where the hell have, they taken her and WHY. I asked the stocky man where have they taken her.

All he said, "To a life she will want for nothing."

He repeated it over and over again.

I beg him to tell me. Where she had gone. He told me to go home and wait for a letter or two. I got in a taxi and went to the Airport. I was hoping I could find my Cindy. To take her home with me. The airport was large and plane after plane was taking off and landing. All the planes were long distance jets. I cried my eyes out. As far as I could tell everyone was looking at me. I got a taxi home and got drunk for what all the good that did.

I told my parents we were going away for a few days. That was my first ever lie to them. I also told Cindy's parents the same on the answer phone. Morning noon and night. I cried my eyes out. The tears started to dry out. I went to my parents' house and picked up my Dads pistol.

That night I was in the Night Owl club. The stocky man was there. But the two thick heavy-set men were nowhere to be seen.

I pushed the pistol in his belly and told him outside. We were a good two hundred yards away from the club and the jets were flying in and out all the time.

I said to the stocky man," where have they taken my wife. If you don't tell me. You're a dead man."

All he kept on saying. Was. He did not know where she had been taken too, and she would be back to me in the future some time. But he did not know when. He repeated it over and over again. I could see fear in his eyes. He was going to be killed by me. I told him not to move. I left I was screaming inside.

Two days later a letter came. It had the post mark on its London Heathrow Airport. The writing was in Cindy's handwriting. I ripped it open. All I wanted to know was when she was coming back home.

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This is what was in the short letter to me.

Jimmy

I am safe please don't try to look for me. I am being treated well. I have all the things. I have every wanted. Where you and I could never afford in a lifetime together. Tell our parents I am safe.

Cindy.

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My life was now in spreads. I had no idea where she was or how to find her. I was living in hell.

It was time to tell the truth to both our parents. I asked Mum and Dad to ask over Cindy's parents that night. I was last to arrive. I looked like hell. I was greeted with where is Cindy. I asked Dad to give everyone a large drink of brandy (the good stuff). I sat there with my head in my hands looking at the floor.

Dad patted me on the shoulder and said, "out with its son."

I told them about the night out in the Night Owl Club and what happened to Cindy. They could not believe it. But it was true. Cindy's mother was shaking like a leaf and her husband had to hold her as she cried her eyes out. Cindy's father asked me do I know where she is. We will go and get her. I told him I had no idea.

It was time for the letter from Cindy marked with London Heathrow Airport on. The four of them read it and read it. Just like I had done days before. My mother was in tears and Cindy's mother sobbed and sobbed. It was clear we would never see Cindy ever again. From that short letter.

I pulled out of my pocket and handed back to my father his pistol. He asked me why I had taken it. I told him about the stocky man. I threatened to kill him. If he did not tell me where Cindy had been taken. I did not kill him but I wished the hell I had so.

Three weeks later a large letter came. With Paris French post marks on. I opened it and inside a short letter from Cindy and divorce papers. To be returned to a Paris address.

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Jimmy

Sign the divorce papers and forget about me. Don't try to follow the papers. I am being looked after. Remarry if you can.

Cindy

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I show the letter to both our parents. Cindy's mother was taking it so hard. I knew exactly how she felt. I told them I was going to follow the divorce papers and find Cindy. I signed the papers and left for Paris. I had marked the envelope and waited.

A man came out of the building where it was addressed too holding the envelope. The next thing I knew. I was in a hotel room in Nice. Miles away from Paris. In my room was my suitcase and a one-way ticket back to London Heathrow Airport. I had no choice. I was going back home.

I told both our parents what I had done. Ending up in Nice.

The weeks went by, A Letter came through the door. It was marked with a Paris post mark. I opened it and there it was. I was divorce from my lovely wife. Which was not what I wanted no way. I told both our parents and was drunk for the next week.

Dad told me off and told me to forget Cindy. Find another girl and marry her and destroy everything in the house that belonged to Cindy. Dad was right. Sulking and crying were no answered life had to go on. I destroyed everything.

In the next six months. I met a girl and six months later we were marred. My parents were going home one dark and dismal night. Their retirement was final they were both killed by a drunk driver.

Cindy's Parents attended the funeral that was no help. I brought back memories of Cindy. But life had to go on. The business went to me and I was bankrupted by the end of the year. I had to find a job.

My second wife Jane was the Ideal woman loving caring and we had a good friend around us.

We had four kids. Two boys and luck were with us two girls. I vowed the girls would always be in my sight. My four went to university left home and married. I told my girls husbands don't ever let them dance with a stranger. I made them promise that to me.

Grand kids were on the way. Jane and I settled down to a life of old age enjoying watching our grand kids grow up.

Twenty-seven years had passed. I still could remember Cindy on those days and nights. I got drunk to drowned the memory of her.

I was at work and a letter arrived there for me?

It said, "met me at the café on the corner at eleven tomorrow and take the day off."

I was puzzled to say the least. So, I had the day off. I sat in a booth drinking my cup of tea. A woman walked up to my booth.

"Hello Jimmy, I have missed you so much," she said.

I looked up and there was my ex-wife, Cindy. She had put on a bit of weight on but she looked good.

"My I sit down I have a few things to tell you, "she said.

I stared at her and was speechless. She ordered a pot of coffee and waited for me to speak.

"Jimmy please let me do some of the talking first please," Cindy said to me.

All I could do was nod.

"Jim please listen to me and if you want to ask me anything stop me and I will tell you the truth," Cindy said to me.

"Jimmy please tell me where my parents are. They always wanted to live on the coast did they. "

"Cindy they are both dead."

"How did they die."

"It's a little late for you thinking about them isn't it."

"Please tell me."

I wanted to throw my cup of tea in her face she had no idea in all the years how they were.

"Since you asked. I will tell you. Your mother lost her looks, her hair went white in months after you disappeared. Sorry when you left us. She went into depression. She was on pills for this and that. She became a weak old lady overnight. All because of you.

Your father was not much better. In pride of place on the fireplace was our wedding photo. They looked at twenty-four hours a day that's how much they loved you. Your father did is best for your mother. He also went into went into depression.

It said on the death certificate for your mother overworked. But we all knew she died of a broken heart because of you. Your father lasted six months. He died of a broken heart also. I hope you are pleased that you caused the deaths of your mother and father. I loved the pair of them. It tells me you had no feeling if you did you have hidden it well.

Cindy was wiping a tear from her eyes. As far as I was concern it was a feeble jester of emotion.

"Jimmy how are your parents."

"They are both dead. My parents were going home one dark and dismal night. Their retirement was final they were both killed by a drunk driver. Why do you care. They both loved you."

Cindy was wiping a tear from her eye.

"Jimmy did you take over your parent's business after they died."

"Yes, the money they left me. I paid up the mortgage on what was to be our house. I tried to make a go of the business. But I was no good at it. I was bankrupted by the end of the year. I had to find a job. That's where you found me.

"Jimmy did you remarry."

"You already know the answer to that don't you."

"Yes, I do."

"I am married to a wonderful woman loving and caring. I have never regrated a single day after we met, I love her and always will. Her name is Jane we had a good friend around us. We have two boys and two girls."

I stared at Cindy. I could feel the love I still had in my body. Trying to burst out. But hate was also coming.

"Cindy why have you come back."

"Jimmy, I want to tell you from that night on our twenty third birthdays. In the Night Owl Club.

"Go on then. I will ask you a few things from time to time." I said to her.

Cindy started with the night in the Club.

We had two dances and went back to our table. Then a man came to our table and asked you for permission for me to have a dance or two with him. He looked respectable and gave your permission.

"Yes, that was the biggest mistake I made in my life," I said.

You watched us dance. He dances like a true gent. Making no advances me whatsoever. He was doing a lot of taking. I answered to each of his surjections with a YES. I kept on looking over at you wondering what to do. You thought I was having a good time. My mind was racing at what he had said to me.

We stayed on the dance floor it was a popular tune so the floor became full. Half way through the dance. I made my mind up. I was going with him out the door. Before you ask, he offered me a life style. I had wanted all my life. Fine foods, fine clothes with a stressless life. And a lot more with outstanding medical treatment. The only part I was unsure of was to be used for BREEDING!

When you saw us heading for the door? I knew you would be angry and it would break your heart. But the offer was so much I wanted in life. You were on your feet quickly. I was told not to worry. The people on the floor slowed you down to get to me. When we got to the door. He told a stocky man to stop you. Then I was taken to a waiting car. Which was to take me to the international airport.

It was lunch time I order a fish dinner. Cindy ordered a dish that came from somewhere in the middle east. That was when I realised where she had been taken too. Most probably a multimillionaire to be used for BREEDING!

We ate our food in silence I wanted to walk away. Twenty-seven years was a long time. Cindy picked up from where she left off.

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You managed to get past the stocky man. And ended up being held by two thick heavy-set men. I turn and looked at you being held hard and fast. I blow you a kiss but you never saw it. I heard you screaming your head off for me to come back to you. I am sure you saw me being driven away to the international airport. When I was on the plane, they gave me a drink and I woke up two days later. I had no idea where I was.

"I knew all that. I told that stocky man. I was going to get my wife. He told me, "She is no longer your wife go and sit down. I got passed him and was held by two thick heavy-set men. The next thing I saw. You were being driven away in the direction of the international airport? I screamed my head off for you to come back to me. That was over twenty-seven years ago. Why should I believe you now"?

"I asked the stocky man where is she being taken."

"To a different life. Hundreds of miles from here. One day you will see her again," the stocky man said.

I fell to the floor and burst into tears. Calling out where the hell have, THEY TAKEN YOU AND WHY.

I asked the stocky man where have they taken you.

All he said, "To a life she will want for nothing."

I beg him to tell me. Where you had been taken. He told me to go home and wait for a letter or two.

I got in a taxi and went to the Airport. I was hoping I could find you, and take you home with me. The airport was large and Aeroplane after Aeroplane was taking off and landing. I cried my eyes out. I got a taxi home and got drunk for what good that did.

"Jimmy I should have said something to you before I left. But he moved me out the door so quickly I had no time to think. I am so sorry for all our lost years how can I make it up to you."

"Cindy you can never ever make it up to me. For what you did to me that night. But I am going to tell you what happened after that dreadful hateful night."

The next week I told my parents we were going away for a few days. Lied to them. I told your parents the same. I left a messaged on their answer phone machine. Morning noon and night. I cried my eyes out. The tears started to dry out.

I picked up my Dads pistol. And went back to the Night Owl club. The stocky man was there. I pushed the pistol in his belly and told him outside. I said to the stocky man," where have they taken my wife. If you don't tell me. You're a dead man."

All he kept on saying. Was. He did not know where you had been taken and she would be back to me in the future some time. But he did not know when. He repeated it over and over again. I could see fear in his eyes. He was going to be killed by me. I left I was screaming inside.

Two days later a letter came with the post mark London Heathrow airport. The writing was in your handwriting. I ripped it open. All I wanted to know was when you were coming back home. I bet you cannot remember what you had written to me.

"No, not a single word please tell me," she said.

I read the letter over and over again. I know it off by art even to this day. This is what you had written to me.

Jimmy.

I am safe please don't try to look for me. I am being treated well. I have all the things I have every wanted. Where you and I could never afford in a lifetime together. Give my love to our parents.

Cindy.

"It was the coldest letter anyone could receive. Not a mention that I was your loving husband, or a single phase of love. Not even a good bye followed with a few XX. How the hell did you think I would take it. My life was now in spreads. I had no idea where you were or how to find you. I was living in hell."

Cindy dried a tear or two I carried on.

I had to tell our parents. I asked my Mum and Dad to ask your parents that night. I was last to arrive. I looked like hell. I was greeted with where is Cindy. I asked Dad to give everyone a drink of brandy. I sat there looking at the floor. Dad patted me on the shoulder and said," out with its son."

I told them about the night out in the Night Owl Club and what happened to you. They could not believe it. But it was true. Your mother was shaking like a leaf and your dad had to hold her as she cried her eyes out. Your father asked me do I know where she is. We will go and get her. I told him I had no idea.

It was time for the letter marked from London Heathrow Airport. To show to them. The four of them read it and read it. Just like I had done days before. My mother was in tears and your mother sobbed and sobbed. It was clear we would never see you ever again.