The Story Starts Below
I was on my way to my boss’s office, not suspecting anything was wrong – I was practically his right hand and got called in for several meetings a week – when my colleague, Emmett, pulled me aside.
“Lena, don’t go in there!” he whispered. I thought he was joking at first, but then he gripped my arm, and I saw the shock on his face.
Or… was it fear? He was shaking and looked like he’d seen a ghost. “Just listen to me… You must leave!”
Later, when I uncovered what he was talking about, I felt the ground drop beneath me… It seemed no one could be trusted, and I needed to act fast before it was too late.