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"Becky, someone is looking for you outside, are you dealing with some kind of debt collector or something?" yelled Claire one of Becky's office mates.
"What do you mean?"
"Just go see them!" Claire waved her hand, telling her to leave.
Becky rose from her seat in annoyance and then walked fast to the office lobby. "Tina, is there someone who's expecting me?" she asked the receptionist.
Tina nodded her head. "Right behind you," answered Tina almost inaudibly.
When she turned her head, she could see five men in black suits standing in line behind her. They were all staring at her in silence. Nervously, she cleared her throat, "Excuse me, are you guys looking for me?"
"Rebecca Beckett?" One of the men spoke.
"Yes? That's me," she answered hesitantly.
"Mr. Miller is expecting you at his mansion right now!"
"Mr. Miller? I don't know anyone named Mr. Miller except the one who sells fresh milk next to my apartment, you must be mistaken! I don't have any business with whoever your boss is! Now, will you excuse me?" She turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly someone grabbed her hand and made her stop in anger.
"Hey! Get off my hand!"
"You have to come with us! It's about your father, William Beckett."
Becky's eyes widened in surprise, and she froze where she stood, "What did you say?" She asked in disbelief.
"You heard me clearly, Ms. Beckett, let's go!" said that man, pulling her hand to the office door.
"Wait! At least let me take my bag!" she begged.
"John, take her bag!" yelled that man to the other guy.
"No! No! Wait! You don't understand! I have to talk to my boss! I can't leave this office just like that! Especially after what you guys did in here!" she yelled, trying so hard to buy some time to look for help.
"Mr. Miller has talked to your boss."
"No way! You lied! You don't even know who my boss is!" she almost cried, she looked around the lobby and felt strange because all the staff including the security guards were just standing in silence, watching the scene.
"Mr. Charles Dupont, he is a good friend of Mr. Miller," answered the man impatiently.
Becky shook her head, "No! No! Please!" She almost cry but she couldn't do anything to escape from those men.
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