Valera Dawson’s footsteps instantly halted right beside her dim cubicle. Her heart thundered so loudly that the echo of its beat seemed to bounce between the silent glass walls of the fifteenth floor. Every joint in her body suddenly grew rigid, freezing beneath the grip of an exceedingly dense fear.
At the end of the dimly lit corridor, right beneath the green glow of the emergency light, that shadow stood. The figure of a girl with her white fur coat in disarray, clutching a phone with tears welling heavily in her pair of honey eyes. Clarissa. Her biological cousin. Her best friend. The innocent soul holding a voice recording draft that was ready to destroy their entire facade.
"Valera ...."
That raspy voice sounded so real, trembling violently as she held back an immense emotional de
