I burst through my apartment door and almost tripped over the purple rug in the entryway. Just before I fell to my knees, I wobbled but regained my balance. I quickly made my way down the hallway to my bedroom and headed straight to the closet. I dragged out a small red suitcase and slammed it onto my bed.
“Oh s**t! I almost forgot!” I exclaimed aloud as I sent a message to my brother in our chat.
After shooting off the note, I quickly began to pack my luggage. I didn’t even change my clothes; I just wanted to leave as soon as possible. Every few minutes, I peeked out of my bedroom window.
They had come for me as I escaped from the office. If I heard them correctly, it wouldn’t be long before they found my apartment. Mr. Braxton had my address. Mr. Braxton. Pffft.
Tom is what he was to
