Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 108

“ Good. He’s here. ” He thought darkly. “Oh, sir!” He said out loud, feigning a surprised tone of voice.
“Yes?” She heard her father reply, cold and uncaring. He maybe liked him to be her husband, but he really had no
care for the man. To him, he was just another spoilt son of a rich man.
“I really have something to show you, if you could give me a bit of your time.” He said nicely. The thought that
followed was not as nice. “ This study will be mine soon. ”
She panicked when he agreed and the door opened slowly and she hid behind one of the tall pillars. She heard their
footsteps head in the direction of the pagoda, just as he had planned earlier. She wanted to know what he was going
to do exactly. Although she wasn’t sure if it would be good for her to know.
They were several metres ahead of her as she walked slowly right behind them, hiding behind pillars, chairs, and
(once they went outdoors), behind trees and bushes. The pagoda was all alone in an isolated part of the mansion.
It took almost ten minutes to walk to where it was. The big pipes in the bottom of the lake next to it lead straight
to the ocean. It was the perfect place to murder someone. They’d never be found.
They spoke and at that moment, she didn’t think she needed to know what was going through his head. Her father
looked oblivious and passive as he normally is. She had hope that he was just thinking of dark thoughts and wasn’t
actually going to execute them. The small glint of the knife shot that hope down.