Natalie Richards (27) knows how to make a video go viral. It's her job, after all. But when she's fired over her latest video β an ad for dish soap, of all things β she complains. Loudly. In public. It's not her fault that those words were written down decades earlier. Within minutes she's abducted, whisked underground, and proclaimed to be a long-lost prophet destined to save the world.The threats against world peace are real. But then again, so is the need to breathe fresh air and have a decent haircut. Not to mention the two deliciously handsome men that seem to have secrets of their own. A cult is a cult, no matter how sexy the head of security might be ... right?Read an excerpt:I'd been holding my breath for a long time. I know how these things go. Okay, in retrospect, I realize that all of this knowledge has been gleaned from spy novels and CSI shows. But still, knowledge is knowledge. A girl gets abducted. Put in a car. Then there's a damp rag held over her mouth. She slumps and wakes up in the trunk. Or she doesn't wake up at all. I put that thought quickly out of my mind and pressed my lips firmly together. When the rag came, I would pretend to faint, and then when the car stopped, I'd make a run for it. It was a decent plan, considering the circumstances."We haven't used the chloroform rag since child locks were invented," said the neckless hulk of a man squashed in on my left. "You can breathe normally." His partner snorted, but regained his composure quickly.I let out my breath as nonchalantly as I could and devoted my time instead to memorizing our route. We were rolling through Manhattan behind tinted windows. I needed a Plan B. I dismissed the thought of trying to get help β the windows were too dark for anyone to see inside, and I doubted trying to wrench a door open would work. So I stared intently out the window, trying to commit everything to memory. After several turns I was hopelessly lost. I've lived here for two years, but I've spent the better part of those two years in front of my computer, setting up media marketing campaigns for my job.My name is Natalie Richards. I am a marketing executive and I am good at my job. Too good, actually, because I got fired today right after my latest video β an advertisement for dish soap, of all things β went viral. But I'd known my video would be good. It had precisely the right amount of sarcasm and pop culture references. Sometimes I just know whether a video will be a hit or not. It's what makes me good at my job. Or, what had made me good at my job, I guess I should say. Anyways my boss had signed an agreement giving me personal acknowledgement in the credits. At the time, he was probably thinking a dish soap ad wasn't a big deal. But now that the video is viral, he wants the glory. So he fired me. Now the video says, "Created by Ads Land Videos," instead of, "Created by Natalie Richards." It was an illegal move and I fully intend to fight him on it, but first I need to get out of this car."I kinda miss the damp old rag," the man to the left was saying. "Delivering people now is getting boring. I feel like a taxi driver.""Taxi drivers don't usually poke guns into people's ribs," I said, before thinking to check my tongue."That's true. But most people don't try to stun gun me.""Really?" I was genuinely surprised. When I had moved here from Rochester at least three people had told me to carry one for protection in the big bad city. "Why not?"