There was something very strange about that company and it wasn't just her.
It was strange how suddenly it appeared and only in a few years, it's already a bit important in the industry without generating topic of conversation in the middle. It's strange, a boss who is not seen and doesn't appear in anywhere. It dosen't generate any suspicion; but, above all, it was strange that Paulina, the most popular and communicative, worked as a secretary.
And now they wanted to receive them properly, in his words, with a welcome party.
She didn't have much experience, but never heard of a company that did that.
FMasters organization was a mystery.
D.J. Masters, that was the name of the mysterious boss. Sam didn't know if she felt relief or disappointment about it, but at least she was glad that it didn't have to do with Vlad, although in the end he ended up not being the villain, which had worked more than once when they were kids in these adventures She could never forget.
If only they hadn't ended so badly.
She really didn't expect her best friend to have to do with it, but she wanted it. She would love to think that maybe that's why she had accepted without so much protest.
At least Valerie was happy.
For her part, she had no great interest in that party.
It wasn't because of bitterness. She just didn't see the charm in being surrounded by businessmen and pretending employees.
And her parents were even less happy that she joined an organization that specializes in ghost hunting.
Her telephone started to ring. She generally didn't answer it at the time, but that little sound was the one, that Valerie had personalized for when she received her messages.
'I am stuck to the window of your house, leave before your parents call the police'
She smiled, shaking her head.
She immediately went to check that Valerie indeed looked like a starfish attached to the aquarium.
"Manson, I told you we would go out! Why the hell are you still in your pajamas?"
There wasn't even a good morning, as soon as she opened it with that.
"You know that mornings are not my thing." Sam yawned, stretching her arms. It was a good idea to skip the good part of the morning she was conspiring. "And good morning to you, too, Valerie."
"Then come up and change soon, we have a long list of things to do."
"We have?"
"Yes! We have."
"Do I have a choice?"
"No way."
"Ah!" The goth girl exclaimed, going up to his room.
The other girl laughed at her friend's attitude. It had been much easier than other times that dragged her to the mall.
Or anywhere in the morning.
Sam took forever. Rather that seemed to her friend.
Valerie might seem rude, but her delicate side appeared in the mall.
If there were only one pair of shoes or conjunct that she liked on a sideboard, they went in to observe every thing in the store.
By eleven in the morning they had traveled a halfway, until Sam asked for a break.
"I left without breakfast, or you give me a truce or you will have to carry me back."
"That little endurance." Gray scoffed. They stopped at a cafeteria where she ordered a well-loaded American espresso and a croissant, and Sam a cappuccino with almond milk, without much choice in terms of food due to his vegetarian diet.
"You could cut a couple sheets of that macerate, they'll understand for sure."
"Ha, very funny Val." Sam narrowed her eyes that were very fixed on her.
"Okay, don't bother. I'll go buy a salad, it won't take long. Take care of things." Valerie said as she retired. She was more elated than normal and Sam noticed.
Sam took a sip of his coffee, lightly sticking out her tongue after doing this, a product that was really hot.
She lowered the cup, focusing her eyes.
In the distance she saw a familiar face and silhouette. She tried to focus better, thought she was right, because the subject in question seemed to have saluted and come to her.
"It can't be, it's ..."
But at that moment she felt a grip on her arm. She was alerted when she started pulling her.
"Sam, come see this, you have to see this!" Valerie started leading her to who knows where.
"Valerie, what the hell?! Our stuff!"
"Nothing will happen to them, come." Valerie made her run to a huge store and almost hit the sideboard glass.
"Is this important enough to get me here almost carrying me? The only thing Sam saw there were more dresses, but apparently her friend saw something more interesting that she couldn't catch.
Valerie pointed out one among many, of a violet color so exact that she couldn't help seeing the face of her gothic friend reflected on the white face of the delicate mannequin who was carrying it at that time. She played great game with his eyes.
It was completely open from the back and a long skirts fell delicately in contrast to how tight he looked from above.
"It's completely made for you, and now we have the ideal occasion!"
"Oh... About that, I'm not sure I want to attend. That is, they will surely not notice my presence."
"I'll notice. Oh please, Sam. You can't miss this. It's like missing your first day of work, it's not a good impression.
Sam watched her with those big, blackmailed eyes. She frowned because she knew he had no alternative from the beginning. Besides, she could please her friend.
"Okay, but first we go for our stuff, will you?" She sighed deeply, lowering her shoulders.
"Yes!" Valerie celebated.
"We will definitely be back, you need to try on that dress."
"Yes, yes ..." Sam replied. "A victory isn't enough for you today."
Luckily their stuff were still intact.
While picking up her bags, Sam looked around to see if she ran into the guy. But in short he was gone. Perhaps it had only seemed to him.
"What happens? What are you looking for?"
"Nothing. Let's go for that dress."
And as expected. Valerie not only made her try on that elegant curtain, but also bought it. It still took two and a half hours to choose a dress and try on at least seven of them. Much less time than it used to take, to tell the truth.
Sam threw herself on the bed, completely dead. Her feet were killing her completely. It didn't take long to fall asleep even if her cell phone rang like crazy again and again. She didn't wake up.
On the other side of the line, Tucker Foley hung again after stopping at his friend's mailbox for the fifth time in a row.
"How is it that we don't think about it before?" He wondered, taking the papers that were simple copies of the contracts they had already signed.
"D,J. Masters and a ghost hunting company." He frowned. He knew that something was not going well, his friend wasn't the only one to suspect it. So much wonder was no longer reliable, something they should want from them, and that was going to find out by their means. Although he never liked to worry his companions. Above all, because Valerie really was in a better mood than ever.
But in those moments his suspicions subsided a little, ceasing to be so flatly negative.
He hadn't been able to hack the company's system yet. They had quite complex algorithms he had to admit. But he had been able to extract certain information.
There were several companies and organizations affiliated with the above, and the only common factor they all had was an alliance with Vlad Masters. By itself the last name was already a lot of coincidence.
Maybe his friend was just trying to surprise them with this holy party.
He shook his head a few times. He didn't understand what he was pretending no matter how much he turned it around.
If it was him, why so far away?
He was about to dial her friend again, but he repented at the last moment.
The next day they had to attend that meeting and had really not worried about what to wear.
He searched among his things, but had few elegant things to use.
He found a ruined suit and with that smell that the objects that have been stored for a long time say goodbye. Definitely not.
The next day he had to stand very early to get a suit.
He got something simple, but appropriate. But unfortunately, thanks to that he couldn't see Sam. Both girls had left before, because he told Valerie that he would be late because he had to get to wear.
He received a scolding for irresponsible.
And there it was, standing outside the room. He sighed trying to remember how he would say his suspicions to Sam, unfortunately he had forgotten things.
"Whatever." He said, determined to enter.
Tucker didn't expect that there were so many people and much less that many would have dared to dance.
He pulled out his phone to call any of the two girls, but before doing so, he saw a black hair in the distance.
"There you are." He hurried to her, bumping into a waiter. But he managed to take the girl's shoulder with the violet dress.
But what he received was a look with a frown, completely missed.
"Oh, I'm sorry ..." He looked from side to side, but then he went to the bar to call, and of course the woman started at him from afar.
The light and music was extremely dim.
People kept coming, in a few minutes the real party would begin.
Both girls were intertwined by the arm, until the moment when Valerie's phone rang.
She replied when she saw Tucker's name on her screen and she walked to a corner, where he could hear better.
"Tuck, whe-"
"I have something important, I need to talk to Sam. I am at the food bar." He was interrupted abruptly, and apparently with his mouth half full. Val was about to scold him, but he hung up.
"Ah, that Tucker... Sam, we have to ... Sam?" When she turned around, people had begun to cover her eyes. She could still see her dress and the perfect waves in her hair that she had made herself. She stopped going to her when she saw her with someone else who couldn't distinguish perfectly.
The light and music was extremely dim.
People kept coming and in a few minutes they can start the meeting as it should be.
Meanwhile, the guy watched the decoration, his secretary did have good taste. Being the most popular in his time had helped her.
He began to look for her with his eyes among the people. There was no trace of her.
However, he did see something much better.
He avoided getting too close, he didn't want to show up at those moments. The hall had three floors, but it always looked down, because there was the dance floor.
He had restricted the upper part, and limited the party to the first two floors, so he could be watching from above without problem. Like a ghost, laughing at the irony.
He had got the perfect suit. A kind of modern frac, suitable for the occasion. And a half moon mask.
He watched between dresses and masks, a perfect silhouette, dressed in violet, and her hair fell into the neckline of his back.
The girl had felt his insistent look, since he had turned to look for her. Then he could see her face and confirm that it was Samantha.
He turned as soon as he noticed Valerie Gray at her side. Willing to go down to welcome.
The musicians began playing exactly the music he had asked his secretary to program. And it was perfect for those moments.
After circling around the girl, he was finally able to find his secretary in a very striking pink dress.
He had such a good eye, and such a good perception that he even spotted Tucker Foley.
He smiled at the strange high school meeting that had been given, since they weren't the only ones there.
But her eyes were on the girl, Sam, his best friend when he was a preteen.
She barely saw him arrive and lost face colors. He held out his hand, which, without saying a word, she didn't have the option to deny because of the surprise.
When he got her hand, he began to guide her inside the track.
He took a position, posing his hand on his waist and began to mark the step.
"What happen, dear? Have you seen a ghost?"
She was still stunned, and it was that with the mask he could go unnoticed if you didn't look very straight, but the voice, although very changed was unmistakable.
She didn't know what to do in those moments.