Sharon couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that lingered after the cryptic messages she received the previous night. Despite blocking the unknown number, the words haunted her as she sat in her apartment, staring at the city lights flickering outside her window.
Her phone buzzed again, and she froze. Slowly, she reached for it, her heart pounding. It was a text, but not from the blocked number. Instead, it was Bruce:
Bruce: "Don’t forget about our lunch meeting tomorrow. I have something exciting to share."
She exhaled, tension easing slightly. She quickly typed back:
Sharon: "Looking forward to it. Goodnight, Mr. Hill."
The next morning, she walked into the office with her head held high. She had meticulously applied her makeup to conceal the dark circles under her eyes and chosen a c
