“What are you talking about? I don’t understand you,” I said, staring in fear at the tall man whom I had interviewed not so long ago.
He paced back and forth in front of me with a thoughtful expression. When he stopped, his icy, annihilating gaze made my blood run cold.
“Just say it already—whatever it is!” I shouted. “What’s going on here? Are you offended that I didn’t give you a raise and decided to take revenge this way?”
Jokes were completely inappropriate at a moment like this, but a terrified victim will say anything in a state of panic.
“Do you really think your greatest crime is a low salary?” he asked coldly.
Stas didn’t look normal at all. His eyes shone with some kind of unnatural madness. Could he really be the stalker who had been following me? But what could I possibly
