CHARLOTTE
Today had so far been...how do I say it?... Funny?
Crazy?
I was working behind my desk, clacking away as always on my computer's keyboard when the head of security interrupted my workflow with a CCTV footage of a girl standing outside before the building, looking lost and speaking to herself.
It was none of my business.
It was rude of security to barge in on me like that, especially over issues they were paid to handle themselves.
But they knew this footage would interest me.
Everyone knew the ginger-haired girl. They knew about how she stepped out a taxi, rushed to where I was and grabbed me by my hair, trying to pull it out, launching into a tirade about how I killed her. For God's sake, someone I had never met!
Now she was standing before the skyscraper, behaving like
