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"Don’t move or I’ll kill you,"
This probably wasn’t the best start to a night Amicia ever had but she was pretty sure that there had been worse. She might not have been able to think of any right now but she was pretty sure that there were some somewhere back there. Of course being seated in a restaurant with a moron who doubled as her boss and having your waiter poke a gun to the back of her head had to rank pretty high up there.
"What do you want," She asked more curious than she was afraid. After all this kind of crap doesn’t happen every day…thank the source.
"How nice of you to ask. Although it is the gentleman who usually does the ordering. And the correct phrase I believe is ‘what will you have’ not ‘what do you want’. All the same I think I’ll have the salmon. I hear they make it wonderfully here, with just of hint of lemon and-"
"Will you shut the hell up! I wasn’t talking to you I was speaking to the lovely gentleman with a gun to my head!" She snarled at Joshua, her dinner date who was either a moron or woefully unobservant. She’d bet on both.
The small restaurant was packed but dead silent. She wasn’t the only one with a gun pointed at her. There were at least four others including the proprietor. However she seemed to the only one with it pointed at her head.
"I need for you to stand up slowly and head toward the kitchen," the waiter instructed in very low almost soothing voice.
She stood slowly and took a step away from the table. She didn’t even look to her would be date to
save her. From the time he’d seen the gun he’d gone a pasty white. She wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if there was a wet spot left on the seat when he finally stood up. Helpfully Joshua scooped up her purse from the table and held it out to her. It took all the restraint she had not to snatch it and throw it back at his head.
"Nothing to say? This might be your last chance to speak with me,"
"It wouldn’t do any good. Not to mention that I brought you here to fire you. Public places are a much better place to do it. However that makes the whole comforting conversation seem insincere."
Amicia took a deep breath before addressing her kidnapper who was at the moment looking more and more like a savior, "Before you kill me can you shoot him first?" Suddenly the lights went out. Looking out the window she could see it was at least the whole block. This wasn’t good. All that illuminated the restaurant were the small candles on each table.