Kevin had the best of intentions when he fell in love with Yvette, but he was a young musician at the time and naïve to the ways of the world. Yvette was the daughter of a former KGB officer whose intentions were self-serving and hedonistic. When Kevin is invited to showcase his prized group of musicians at Cyber World, a new theme park eerily designed by Yvette’s father, he fears that he may have been led into an international trap. He also realizes that one of his musicians may be his only way out of his former lover’s clutches, but can he put the young woman in danger to save himself? His intentions may be good, but the road to hell was paved with good intentions.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
Rachel jumped and held onto the balcony. “Maestro?”
“Didn’t mean to scare you, Rachel.”
Rachel took a deep breath. Had she been so preoccupied that she didn’t hear Mr. Scarsdale enter the room? It was if the man had appeared from nowhere. Kevin walked back into the room and Rachel slowly followed behind him.
“She was reassigned. You will be staying here alone. You don’t mind, do you, Rachel?” The look he gave her frightened her.
“No, I don’t mind.”
He left the room and Rachel lay down on the bed. She was tired. A few minutes later Maestro entered her room again.
“Do you have a key to my room?”
“Yes, Rachel, I do.”
Rachel sat quietly beside Maestro as the taxi made a sharp turn, nearly capsizing, and entered a narrow waterway. When the boat emerged, music played from large speakers in the shape of thumb drives and the flashing CyB sign dwarfed them. The two of them stepped into what could be described as an eerie world of the future. With buildings of shiny steel and fake clouds hovering above them to represent cloud computing, Cyber World looked like it belonged on the set of a horror film. To Rachel’s right was a restaurant that looked like the inside of one of the very first computers.
“Walk with me, Rachel.”
Rachel turned her attention to Maestro and they walked through what appeared to be a timeline of sorts of cyber technology from the advent of the internet to present day. Only one ride was going, a rollercoaster with each car in the shape of a computer mouse.
“What do you think, Rachel?”
Rachel stared at Maestro. “I guess it’s not what I was expecting.”
The sinister laughter made Rachel cringe. “Nothing ever is, my dear.”