Mr. Nobody: Owns It All

In my hotel

The butler was about to introduce Shane-Leo to everyone at the party, but when the waiter told him what happened, he felt it was serious so he went ahead to inform Shane-Leo.

Fury simmered beneath the surface as Shane-Leo listened to Blake's frantic explanation. Drugging a guest in his own home? It was a blatant violation of everything he held dear, and a potential threat to Norah's safety. He wouldn't allow it.

Even though Shane-Leo and Norah were divorced, he never wished her evil, and he definitely never wishes for her to be raped or assaulted, so he decided to find where they were. 

Shane-Leo marched towards the nervous waiter who had witnessed the incident. "Describe this 'partner' of Ms. Kent," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The waiter, a young man whose hands trembled slightly, stammered out a description. "Tall, blonde…expensive clothes…seemed arrogant."

It wasn't much, but it was a start. Shane-Leo's mind raced, piecing together the fragments of information. Anderson, self-absorbed and boastful, didn't seem capable of such a despicable act. But then again, appearances could be deceiving.

"Blake," he barked, his voice sharp with urgency, "gather the security detail. Discreetly, mind you. We need to locate Ms. Kent."

Blake, his face etched with concern, nodded swiftly. He scurried away, his movements a blur as he relayed the orders.

Shane-Leo turned his attention back to the abandoned table. The half-empty glass of Norah's drink sat there, a silent accusation. He snatched it, the cold glass biting into his palm. He needed to get it analysed, to determine what kind of drug it contained and its potential effects.

Suddenly, a new detail clicked into place. Norah's phone call. The abrupt cancellation of the project. Could there be a connection? Was Anderson trying to exploit the situation somehow?

The more Shane-Leo pondered, the more unsettled he became. He couldn't shake the feeling that something more sinister was at play. He wouldn't underestimate the lengths some people would go to for money or power.

“Blake, cancel the announcement. I need to find Norah.”

“Okay Master.”

Shane-Leo’s gaze swept the room, searching for any sign of Norah or Anderson. Panic gnawed at the edges of his composure. The vastness of the mansion suddenly felt suffocating, every corner a potential hiding place.

Minutes ticked by, each one an eternity. The once-vibrant party atmosphere seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a suffocating tension. Shane-Leo paced restlessly, his mind churning with possibilities.

Shane-Leo went to look outside, then suddenly, a car drove past him. Norah was inside. His mind went crazy with panic. 

Just then, a young man mat. It was Blaze, a loyal security officer who knew Shane-Leo from his days in the business world. 

Blake had sent him out to help him with the search. He had been informed about the situation. His face was grim, mirroring the turmoil within Shane-Leo. 

"Blaze," he barked, his voice steely, "Get me a car, or pass me the keys, there’s no time.” 

Blaze hurried and got one of the SUVs and drove it to meet him. Shane-Leo took over the driver’s seat and asked Blaze to stay and look keep watch, in case they come back.

He put a call across to blaze, his phone, connected to the Bluetooth of the car. “Have you found them Blaze? Any lead?”

"Mr. Mirano," Blaze began, his voice low and serious, "we haven't been able to locate Ms. Kent or the man matching the description you provided."

Shane-Leo clenched his jaw, frustration warring with a growing sense of dread. "They couldn't have gotten far," he muttered, his voice strained. "This place is crawling with security."

"I agree Mr. Mirano," Blaze agreed. "But there are numerous exits, and the commotion of the party might have provided them with enough cover to slip away unnoticed."

Shane-Leo felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. The idea of Norah, vulnerable and alone, in the clutches of a predator, was unbearable. He wouldn't let anything happen to her, not under his watch.

"There should be security cameras, right?" he demanded, he felt like he was grasping at straws. "Maybe we can catch them on footage."

Blaze nodded. "Of course, Mr. Mirano. We're already reviewing the security feeds from around the time the waiter reported the incident."

"Good," Shane-Leo sighed, a flicker of hope rekindling in his eyes. "Do whatever it takes to find her, Blaze. I won't rest until she's safe."

He met his gaze with a resolute nod. "We won't rest either, Mr. Mirano. Your safety, and the safety of all our guests, is our top priority."

Meanwhile, in the security room…

A seasoned security guard, alerted by Blake's arrival, greeted him with a respectful nod. "Harris," Blake said, addressing the guard, "we need to review the footage from the grand hall, specifically around the time Mr. Quinn and Ms. Kent were last seen."

Harris immediately began sifting through the recorded footage. Moments later, the image of Norah and Anderson on the monitor flickered to life. 

Blake watched with a tense silence as they chatted by their table. He watched as Anderson surreptitiously slipped something into Norah's drink, as she left for the restroom, his face contorted in a barely concealed smirk.  

Then, his heart lurched as Norah, oblivious to the danger, reached for the glass.

"Fast forward," Blake instructed, his voice tight with urgency. He watched with bated breath as the footage sped through, searching for any sign of where Anderson might have taken Norah.  

Minutes ticked by, each frame a silent torment. Just as he was about to give up hope, a familiar figure appeared on the screen – Anderson, hurrying towards the back exit of the mansion, with a seemingly dazed Norah beside him.

“Call in the waiters around Area 6” Blake said to a monitor. He just hoped he got the lead in time.

Few minutes later, Blake appeared beside Blaze, his face a mixture of relief and concern. "Mr. Shane-Leo," he announced, his voice hushed but urgent, "I think I have a lead."

Shane-Leo's eyes lit up, a spark of hope igniting within him. "Tell me everything, Blake."

Blake explained how the waiter, emboldened by Blake's questioning, had revealed a crucial detail. 

He had noticed Anderson discreetly speaking into his phone just before the incident, mentioning a 'seven-star hotel' and the need for a 'private suite.'

With this new information, a sliver of clarity emerged from the chaos. Shane-Leo knew there was only one seven-star hotel in the city, and it belonged to the Mirano family – His family. 

He was so furious as he drove there. A sense of grim determination settled over him.

‘So, this fucker not only insults me and takes away Norah from me, he now plans to rape her in my own family’s fucking hotel.’