Selina's POV
I dragged his body under the bed before walking toward the camera. I checked it closely and returned to pull the bedside table close to the wall so that I could easily climb and reach the camera lens when I heard a knock on the door. It caused my heart to skip.
"Nobody knocks on a VIP's door," I told myself with arched brows.
As I opened the door, a lady in a white shirt and black trousers met my gaze. "Mr Roup has a visitor downstairs. We have been calling but no one's picking up the landline phone," she said, rolling her eyeballs sideways to see behind me but I didn't give her that chance. I moved my body in the direction of her eyes to block her view. A warm smile spread across my face.
"Oh, Roup is sleeping right now. When he wakes up, I'll inform him. Thanks." I replied, shutting the door quickly before she spoke again. I leaned against the door as hot breath escaped my lungs.
I returned to climb the table and with the tip of my heel, I smashed the camera lens, instantly a blaring sound erupted through the building and everywhere was bathed in red, shaking the walls of the building. Tumultuous voices invaded the sanity of the club. The screams of ladies and the footsteps of everyone scattering across the stage. Even if I wasn't out there, I could tell the level of the panic.
The alarm blared harder and the red lights didn't stop flashing. I opened the door, hurried out into the control room but on my way, I met a female cleaner whom I forced into taking off her clothes and handing them to me; she did so without looking at my face, her body trembling with fear. After handing me the cleaning uniform, she fled in tears, sobbing like a frightened child.
I slipped it onto my body, rushed into the control room, wires and switches littered everywhere. I became confused, not knowing where to begin. After studying the connections for a moment, I started by wiping all the CCTV records as that was the first thought that came to my mind. After that, I yanked the computer down, and the screen smashed against the floor with a small hiss of escaping gas as it broke. I cut all connections, some sparked but I wasn't hurt. And before I was done, the room started to smell of burnt wires. The next minute, I was out.
I pushed Roup's body in a trash cart, and from the corner of my eyes, I watched the security and some other men in black suits walk into the control room with quick steps, they looked like inspectors. I rolled the cart past them and they didn't even look my way.
As I got outside, I opened the back seat of my car and pushed the body inside. I had already wrapped it in a large black waterproof that I had taken from the trash can. I entered the car, removed the cleaner's uniform, and dumped it in the back seat. Starting the engine, I drove off, without looking back at the mess I had created in the building. I nodded gently to the rhythm of the light music that played in the car as I drove.
I had to improvise before I was caught so I stopped by a store and bought as much frozen food as I could. I paid at the counter and rolled the cart out to meet my waiting car. I offloaded them onto the body with my eyes at alert. I had to do this just in case I got to the checkpoint, the officers wouldn't bother checking especially after they'd pointed their torchlight and saw the packages.
I soon reached a checkpoint, and the uniformed man there shone his torchlight at my windshield, signaling for me to stop. I slowed down, my face bright as a light bulb.
"Hi, officer," I said friendly the moment I matched the brakes in front of him and wound down my side window.
"Hi, ma'am," he replied firmly. "Your papers, please?"
I reached behind the seat beside the driver's. A small compartment was attached to the back where I kept documents. I took out two papers and handed them to him. He scanned them with a serious face. 'Nothing seemed off,' I thought. Then he handed them back to me.
His torchlight swept over every corner in the car.
"Please step out," he said. I opened the door and stepped out with a smile.
"Your boot, ma'am."
I removed my car key from the ignition, pressed the fob, and pointed it at the boot to unlock it. We walked over, and he pointed his torch again. There were my heavy boots, rubber gloves, and an extra pair of shorts. Then he moved the torchlight to me, scanning me from my toes up to my face.
"They're just my work clothes. I wear them whenever I am in the cool room to avoid cold feet and hands," I interjected, my voice so firm it could barely raise suspicion.
He let out a sigh. His lips parted but I broke in before he said a thing.
"I have some papers, if you don't mind, officer," I disclosed as I walked back to the driver's seat, slid open the center console, and removed a bunch of dollars. I drew some out and handed them to him. His eyes met mine.
"Pull over, ma'am," he said, as if I had insulted him.
I froze. Pull over? It hasn't gotten to that.
"Look, officer, you can have it all. I don't want any problems."
"Please pull over," he repeated with a deeper voice. Then he removed a walkie-talkie from his pocket and placed it close to his mouth. "Zone 211, crime suspect found," he reported. My heart stopped for a moment. I waited to hear a reply but none came in. He repeated the words but no response.
At this point, I tightened my face.
I shoved the money back into the center console and slammed it shut, then pulled over.
"Offload the packages in the car for proper assessment," he said, and my eyes flickered with surprise.
In my head, I strategized my next move. He was too little to have me shaking. My eyes narrowed and the shadows of death hovered around them, demanding a new candidate.
"Just a moment…" I whispered.