It was like I had been struck by lightning.
"Me?" I tugged at the hem of my shirt in disbelief. "I told him to?"
"That's right. Please come with us, Ms. Barton," the young security guard snapped.
This was out of the blue. Even I had no idea what had happened. How was this my fault?
I looked at him. Several security guards surrounded me, and it was extremely difficult for me to retreat.
"No, it's not me." I explained in a low voice. "This has nothing to do with me."
I did not need to confess to what I had not done.
What's more, the man had pointed his gun at me. He obviously wanted to kill me. How could I possibly be involved in this?
Something must have gone wrong!
Moreover, perhaps it was Georgina who directed this fiasco! Thinking of this, I felt a lingering apprehension in my h
