Ok before you all leave because you already read the chapter. You should know that I added a bit more to it because I didn't like the last captors ending. Okay so read on.

My mouth hung open as my head tilted up to look at the top of the building towering over me. Glens expression mirrored mine. Andy came up behind me and gripped my shoulder.

"I told you not to bring the kid." he hissed.

I rolled my eyes and ripped my shoulder away. "He's not going to do anything. He'll be good." I grinned. "So who is the guy were trying to talk to again?"

Mike walked over to us and glanced up to the top of the building. "Sullivan. Eric Sullivan. He's the son of Christopher Sullivan. The kid took over his fathers company when he was 15, after the man died." He stated.

"15?" I questioned. "Is that even aloud?"

"He was very well known as a child prodigy," Mike answered. "Being highly intelligent and accomplished for his age, he managed to get his hands on most of the shares and took over the company."

Andy stepped forward and opened the door. "He completely remade the company, building the thing from the ground up." Andy continued while holding the door open for us. "He dropped the toy projects and started creating expensive electronics. Apparently kids are more into that these days anyway."

"He's been trying to cover up the Chucky story for years. Suffocating any attempt to bring the issue up. After working so hard and so long to rebuild his fathers company, he didn't want to let the rumors of a killer doll from years ago tear it all down. The making of the film was the only thing he couldn't stop. He tried to stop it when it was in production but the director was stubborn. Wouldn't except any bribes." Mike explained. "He figured that if nothing about the case was revealed the whole thing would just disappear one day."

I glanced over at him as we came up to the front desk. "Kinda like an out of sight out of mind issue." I mumbled glancing around the large main lobby.

Mike walked up to the front desk where a young woman was filing her crimson painted nails and chatting excessively on her pink cell phone that was held between her shoulder and her ear.

Placed his hands on top of the counter and leaned forward.

"Excuse me miss," he interrupted politely, a pretty big change in his usual attitude. "We are here to speak to Mr. Sullivan."

The woman seemed stunned, and her facial expression resembled one of a deer caught in headlights. "Oh, o-of course," she fumbled with her words. "You just need to take the elevator to the top floor."

"Thank you."

We walked over to the elevator and waited in silence. When we climbed into it and the metal doors closed behind us I turned to Andy.

"So have you ever met this guy before?" I asked softly.

"Yeah," he answered. "Once when I was 17."

"Why?"

He looked down at me for a moment and then returned his gaze to in front of him. "It's a long story."

"We've tried to bring this case up before, mostly in secret so that we could clear Barclays history so he can enter the police academy, but when ever we try Mr Sullivan somehow finds out and steps in before we can act," Mike visibly grimaces. "Let's just say our confrontations with the man have been less than pleasant."

With a light ding the doors opened and we all stepped into a large hallway that lead to a double door entrance. On the side of the hallway there was desk where a young boy who could only be a little older than me sat. He was scribbling down some unknown script on several pieces of paper that were scattered across the desk. The boy seemed very rushed and disorganized, either he was a horrible employee or this Eric Sullivan guy was incredibly overbearing as an employer.

I watched with interest as Mike held up his police identification to the boy with a placid look. As soon as the boy saw it he scrambled to get a hold of the phone.

"Uh, M-mr. Sullivan," the boy stuttered. "There is a police officer who wishes to speak to you."

There was a reply that came after the boys statement. I couldn't here what was being said but I could tell from the secretary's visible distress that it was not a very good response.

"Oh his name is Mike Norris," he answered the question that the CEO probably asked. He listens to the response and then hangs up the phone. He nervously pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Um, Mr. Sullivan will see you."

Without any hint of hesitation, Mike and Andy stride into the office with a large amount confidence. I grasped Glen's hand tightly and pulled him into the office.

I walked up to Andy and stood beside him. Glen hid behind my leg, frightened out of his wits. I didn't blame him. As soon as I took in the appearance of the man that sat behind the large extravagant desk in the massive lavished office, I could tell off the bat that he was someone I would despise. There was something very threatening about him. He looked relatively young. No older then Andy himself. He had light blond hair and an irritating smirk. But his most striking feature was his eyes. As corny as that sounds. He had pale ice blue eyes, but they couldn't really be considered just blue. They were almost clear, like glass. They were as cold as ice and as sharp as glass. That was the best way to describe them. But there was more in his eyes then just odd coloring. There was a sort of calculating, intelligent look in them. Like he was analyzing everything in front of him and picking apart every bit of our DNA.

Right now that killer gaze is locked on Andy. I can tell by the snarl that Andy fails to hold back and the cruel smile on Eric Sullivan's face that they know each other in every horrible way possible. I can tell they absolutely despise each other. And I can tell Eric usually wins whatever war rises between the two of them.

"Mr. Barclay," Eric greets with mock sincerity. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

His voice is smooth and silvery, but it had an unmistakable venomous touch.

Andy tilted his head and narrowed his dark eyes on the man. "Mr. Sullivan," he began curtly. "We are here to discuss the-"

"Your killer doll case," Eric interrupted. "Yes I am aware. It seems you didn't learn your lesson the last time."

I can see Andy twitch ever so slightly. With a deep breath I can see him holding back an enormous amount of grudges and loathing. "We have some evidence we would like to discuss with you," Andy pulled out the files and presented them to the CEO. He flipped through them with with disinterest.

He turned over the last page, closing the file and pushing it back to Andy. He did that under 40 seconds. I doubt he even read the damn thing.

"No matter how many insane people you decide to disguise as witnesses," Eric hissed. "I'm not going to accept the psychopathic theory of a killer doll."

My temper got the best of me once again and I stepped forward and slammed my hands down on the desk. My furious eyes burn through his. "Did you even read the thing?" I snarled viciously. "You can't just assume that the evidence we have is invalid! Why would we bother showing up here if it was?"

I start to seethe with rage as the mans lips curl up into an irritating smirk.

"You must be Amy," he grins as I step back with a startled expression. "I've heard many things about you Miss Valentine. And yes I did read your so called evidence and find the information invalid."

Andy griped my shoulder and pushed me back. "What do you mean invalid?" he narrows his eyes. "The information is real and true, if you want we ca-"

"I'm not interested in that Barclay," Eric hissed. "And I would suggest you stop chasing these fantasies. Or would you prefer I send you back to the insane asylum where you belong."

I don't think much of the remark when he says it. But then my eyes quickly flicker towards Andy and I see that the comment holds much meaning and significance to him then I can comprehend. In a brief moment I see his form become rigid and his hands clench into fists. His eyes burn with more hatred than I ever thought possible for him.

"You can threaten me all you want Sullivan," Andy growled through gritted teeth. His self control was slipping by the second. "I am never going to stop until you recognize the evidence that I put in front of you and let me solve this case. You can throw me into another institution. You can drag me off to jail again. You can throw every single thing at me that your money and status can give you. I will not give up until my record is cleared and this entire damn case is solved and over."

I can practically see the cogs turning inside Eric Sullivan's mind as Andy finishes his speech. He analyzes ever word, sorts through every detail. He reminded me of a machine. Cold, emotionless and frighteningly logical. My father was a piece of plastic and he acted much more human then the man that's in front of me.

Slowly and gracefully Eric stands from his seat and lets out a low chuckle. "Look around you Barclay," he spits the name out like bitter poison. "You are a tragic man with an extensive criminal record and very low mental stability. Your allies consist of the selfish disgraced cop who's job and reputation are being held by a thread and the bastard daughter of the two serial killers who you claim to possess your dolls, and I would rather not explore through her very colorful upbringing. Now, do you really think you can actually defeat me. The powerful, successful, charismatic, very very well off owner of a multi million dollar company. Honestly Andy, I thought you couldn't possibly seem any more insane."

My temper boils up inside me. This egotistical bastard probably loved the sound of his own, especially when he was talking about himself or insulting someone else. I try to contain the angry words that push to exit my mouth. My expression displays my feelings perfectly, and I see no point in making our situation worse by letting my mouth run off with me. But my livid face frightens Glen and he lets out a terrified squeak.

My face immediately softens and my eyes travel down to the child. But my brother does not only capture my attention, but also that of the asshole who had not noticed him until now.

Eric's eyes had dragged over to Glen in disinterest. But when he sees the child behind me I can see his eyes light up with an emotion I do not recognize or like. His lips twitch up ever so slightly and he steps around to the front of the desk. "Hello," he greets Glen in such a friendly way that completely contradicts his attitude before. He kneels down to the floor at my feet so he is eye level with the child. "And who might you be?"

Glen is petrified and I see that he can scarcely breathe. I promised Andy I would keep my anger in check but Glen is involved and my maternal instincts take over. I grasped Glens hand and pulled him away from the cunning serpent. My face twists into a vicious snarl and my eyes burn with rage that is completely directed at this man.

"His name is Glen, and don't ever speak to him again." I don't shout or scream like I expected myself to. I say it simply in a low dangerous voice with a hidden sharpness that could slice through diamonds.

Eric looks up at me, tilting his head ever so slightly to the left side. He stood from the ground and from where he is now I can clearly see that he towers over me. I feel pretty silly glaring up at him with my head tilted almost all the way up. I can see the obvious amusement sparkling in his eyes. With that single look he was mocking me and it infuriated me. My face flushed a deep red color, which only encouraged him further.

"How old are you?" he asked cynically with a smirk. "I've never seen a 13 year old thats so short."

"I'm 15," I stated bluntly.

He rose his eyebrows slightly in surprise. "Really?" he asked like it was the most astounding thing in the world. "Interesting. You know when I first heard about the child of the infamous lakeshore strangler I expected someone a little more intimidating."

"Leave her alone Eric," Andy hissed stepping between me and the CEO. I sneered in disgust. Did Andy really think I couldn't handle this creep on my own? "This is about the case."

"Mr Barclay, your case is meaningless to me," he replied with an exasperated look. "I don't care if its never solved. All I care about are the negative effects it has on my company."

"I am very aware of that," Andy growled. "But if you don't except our evidence and let us or better yet help us with the case then you can be sure that your precious company will suffer a greater loss than ever before."

Eric narrowed his eyes on Andy. "Is that a threat?" he asks with a dangerous edge in his tone.

"Think of it as a friendly warning," Andy replied.

"Listen Barclay," Eric snapped. "If you think I am even the slightest bit daunted by any of the stunts you've been pulling for the past 5 years, then you are dead wrong. If its a war you want, then you picked the wrong fucking man to challenge. I will not rest until this case is buried, with you along with it."

"Ive been in this battle a lot longer then you have, Sullivan," Andy sneered with no intention backing down from this war. "And your money is going to do nothing for you in the end."

Eric let out a loud laugh. "Wanna bet?" he sneered with a cocky smirk. "Get out of my office before I have security throw you out."

To my surprise Andy doesn't put up a fight. He gives Eric one final nod of mock respect and leaves without a word. Mike follows looking at Eric with sharp distain before exiting the office. I take Glen by the hand and turn to follow but halt in my tracks when I hear the manipulating voice once again.

"I actually do hope to see you again Miss Valentine," Eric called from behind me. I turned to him with a quizzical look. He grinned at me and I felt an uncomfortable prickling in the back of my neck. "Though I do hate to see such a pretty and intelligent young girl in the company of someone like Andy Barclay."

I send him a cold glare before turning away and practically running out of the room with Glen in tow. I feel his ice blue eyes piercing through me the whole time.

Hello dear readers. I thought this scene needed a bit more in it so I decided to add more to the chapter. Eric is one cocky bastard, and this is hardly the last time he creeps poor little Amy out. Hes like a smarter, colder guy version of Olivia. He is going to annoy Amy to death and probably will enjoy it.

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