Chasing Victory (The Winters Sisters) by Joanne Jaytanie Page A

confident we will find something, we are digging deeper.”
    “So, it sounds like we are going to get wet,” Logan said.
    “Yup, and there are a few little glitches. I’ll fill you in on the way back,” Tristan said.
    “Alright then, let’s get this party started,” Logan said as he jumped back into the pilot seat.

NINE

    Victory felt like she was waking up with a major hangover, but she knew that couldn’t be the case. The last thing she remembered was being on a boat with Dave, and they were on their way to tour a lab. Where was she now and what time was it? Never mind that, what day was it? She sat up ever so slowly and looked around the room. She was on a queen size bed, still made, with night stands on each side of the bed. A desk sat in one corner of the room, an overstuffed chair in the other, next to a book shelf full of novels and adjoining bath. There were no windows and that made it feel like a cell, even with all the homey touches.
    Suddenly she felt like the room was closing in on her. “Get a grip Victory,” she mumbled to herself, “lots of rooms don’t have windows.” She swung her feet off the bed and headed for the door. She tried turning the knob, but it wouldn’t budge. It must be stuck. She tried it again. It wouldn’t open. Now she really did feel like the room was closing in on her. She stepped back from the door and reached into her pocket, but her phone was gone.
    She walked back to the desk, pulled the chair out and sat down. There was a click at the door and it swung open. Dave walked in with that same smile that he had when he met her at the coffee shop. He was one creepy guy, she thought.
    “So glad to see you are up and about,” he said.
    “Thanks, the nap was great, what did you inject me with?” Victory snapped. She was trying to keep herself from springing across the room and ringing his neck.
    “Nothing that will hurt you, but you might feel like you drank all night. Mr. Braxton is waiting to see you. Everything you need to freshen up is in the bathroom. I’ll be back to escort you to your meeting in fifteen minutes.” He turned and left the room. The door shut behind him and she heard the click of the lock snapping back into place.
    Mr. Braxton was here to meet with her, the Mr. Braxton. Lawrence Braxton was the owner and founder of Biotec. Maybe now she could get some answers as to why she had been drugged and locked in a room. Victory went into the bathroom and found everything that she needed and readied herself for her meeting. Unfortunately, she found nothing to use as a weapon.
    Dave promptly returned fifteen minutes later and escorted her from her room. As they walked down the hall she saw no one. They entered the waiting elevator and Dave pushed the button for the tenth and top floor. She noticed as they entered the elevator that they were on basement level. No wonder her room had no windows.
    The doors to the elevator opened, revealing a gleaming black marble floor. The exterior wall was completely glass from floor to ceiling, revealing a breathtaking view of the ocean. Far off in the distance was a tiny outline of land. They stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall until they reached a desk where a prim woman with red hair, glasses and a smart navy colored suit sat typing away on her computer.
    “Good afternoon Sarah,” Dave greeted her.
    She looked up and nodded at Dave. “Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson. Mr. Braxton is expecting you, go right in.”
    “Thank you,” he answered.
    He headed for the door, opened it and motioned for Victory to enter. The enormous office sat on the top corner of the building, flaunting the same awe-inspiring glass walls on two sides of the room. Even with the afternoon light the room was darker than the hall had been, giving an eerie glow to the interior. Dave turned a knob and the windows lightened letting in the sun’s full force.
    No expense was spared in this office. The floor was teak with cherry inlays