Jessica’s pulse thundered in her ears.
She opened her mouth, closed it, tried again. “I, I’m sorry, I think there’s been a mistake.” Her voice came out thin, uneven.
Alexander Almeda, still standing near the doorway, tilted his head slightly, his brows drawn together. “A mistake?”
“Yes. I mean— I was told to come here. To wait.” She fumbled for words, her breath quickening. “Someone arranged, I mean, I thought—”
She stopped. The sentence fell apart before it reached the end.
Alex’s confusion deepened. He took a step forward, his expression caught between curiosity and suspicion. “Who told you to come here? How did you even got in here?”
Jessica’s fingers trembled as she clutched her phone tighter. Her throat felt like it was closing up. “I, I don’t know. I was just told to—”
He frow
