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[indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Great Room[/I] - [I]Wolfe Estate[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Post Title:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Lover, Leaver (Taker, Believer)[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=#3d85c6][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I][@GhostMami] as Maya Soto[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color]
[INDENT]A dreary drizzle fell from the skies over the Richmond International Airport as Andrew Wright attempted to shield his long, tousled hair from the cold water droplets. A knot had formed in his stomach almost a week ago, exactly the same time he had looked at the calendar on his phone and realized how rapidly this day was approaching. That knot had only tightened as he bid his wife goodbye, kissing Beth seconds after lying to her face. 

He had told her that he was on his way to jury duty, a high profile case that would require him and the other jurors to be isolated from the world and that the case would take upwards of a month. Of course this was all just the elaborate lie he had concocted in order to protect his marriage. Beth could never find out the truth about his trip, let alone the contents of the briefcase.

Going through the motions at the airport, Andrew had almost regressed into a zombie-like state until he was brought back to reality as the woman checking his ticket cheerily informed him that his seat had been upgraded to first class. He find himself unsurprised before admitting to himself he had simply assumed the ticket was already first class given that the resort had yet to save on any other expense. Settling into his seat, Andrew allowed himself to enjoy the comfort, waving down the first stewardess to pass as he ordered himself an old fashioned. 

Spending his time on the plane wisely, Andrew used the near seven hours to catch up on his personal devotions, spending the time on the airplane pouring through his bible as he jotted down several lesson ideas for his Youth Group upon his return at the end of the month. Looking up to see the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign, the Youth Pastor blinked, remarking quietly to himself at how the time had flown by. 

Exiting the plane went as smoothly as boarding,  Andrew was quickly taken aback by how busy the small terminal actually was. While he wouldn’t consider himself well travelled by any stretch, he had never realized that Montana’s National Park had such a large draw. The crowds inside the terminal were a surprise to say the least as Andrew smiled at several families who walked by him before turning his face towards the large windows. The warmth of the sun radiated over his body as he welcomed the change in weather from the dreary Virginia rain he had unregrettable left behind. 

Retrieving his luggage, Andrew wandered towards the exit tapping the pockets of his chocolate-coloured suede jacket to find the directions he had printed off. Stopping as he struggled to find the folded piece of paper, Andrew paused as he noticed a strangely dressed man out of the corner of his eye. The man looked like something out of an old movie, dressed in a manner that could only be described butler. Though his attire was hardly the only reason the older man had caught Andrew’s eye, between his gloved hands was held a sign that read Andrew’s own name. 

As Andrew approached, the man nodded towards him before motioning that he should follow. Silently nodding his agreement, Andrew did as suggested, following the man outside. Pausing as he held the door open for a family behind him, Andrew’s wandering eye caught a glimpse of a young blonde woman. For a brief second, his mouth twisted into a wolf like grin as a hunger appeared in his eye.

A grunt suddenly escaped his lips as Andrew collided with another man who began to profusely mutter apologies before just as quickly departing as Andrew tried to catch up with the ‘butler’. Suddenly realizing there was a piece of paper in his hand, Andrew opened it as his eyes widened at the words. The knot in his stomach that he had forgotten about suddenly becoming the only thing he could think about as his anxiety began to spike.

Was it too late to turn back? Perhaps it would be better to simply face the music at home.

Shaking his head, Andrew looked forward again. He had come this far, there was no turning back now. The ‘butler’ quickly loaded Andrew’s belongings into a luxury sport vehicle as the Youth Pastor made himself comfortable in the back. The drive went by relatively quickly as Andrew looked down at the paper in his hand again, reading the words over and over as he desperately tried to make out something in the illegible portion of it. 

Shaking his head as he reluctantly gave up and tucked the paper back into the pockets of his jeans, Andrew felt the vehicle come to a stop as he was transferred from the car onto an equally luxurious motorboat that ferried him over the water. It didn’t take long to reach the estate, the massive residence quickly coming into view as Andrew felt a small gasp escape his chest. It was spectacular, far beyond his wildest dreams in terms of a home he could ever own. 

Stepping out of the boat, Andrew was greeted by an Asian woman, whom Andrew noted was quite tall for both her race and sex. Extending her hand, the woman introduced herself as Heather Vandertulip, a name that Andrew quickly recognized as having been signed at the bottom of the invitation. Returning the greeting, Andrew watched the woman retract her hand, pulling her phone out as she typed out a short text of some sort. Andrew could only it was to let someone else know of his arrival. Perhaps the ominous Mr. and Mr.s Wolfe?

Following behind the woman, Andrew knew she was talking, something about the history of the estate, but he found himself too wrapped up in his surroundings to pay her much attention. It wasn’t until he entered into the great room that Andrew realized that he hadn’t retained a single word that Heather had said. The woman smiled towards him, inviting him into the large room in front of them as she asked him to wait for apparently others to arrive. Gesturing towards the chairs and the refreshments on the table, Heather suggested that Andrew make himself at home. 

Nodding as he accepted the invitation due to seeing no other options at the time. Entering the room, Andrew noted a woman had arrived ahead of him, walking towards her as he found himself beginning wonder if perhaps she was here under the same circumstances as himself. His mind began to race at the reasons why someone as obvious wealthy as the Wolfe Family would be blackmailing a group of people like him? Some false moral high ground? Some sort of sick game? Or perhaps this was some sort of entrapment, something set up by his wife and Beth actually knew his darkest secrets. 
Reaching for a glass of water, Andrew nodded towards the other woman as he spoke.

[color=#3d85c6]“Did you need a refill there, ma’am?”[/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT]