Drea opened the box and slammed it shut. Looking around her, she dialed Devyn’s number. “Come on, pick up,” she screamed. The phone rang and rang. Drea panicked. She dialed Grant’s number, and the same thing happened. Drea quickly got in her car and headed to the office. As she entered the reception area, she was stopped by Paxton. “Aunt Drea, what are you doing here?”
“I need your help, Paxton. I think someone is after me.” Drea pleaded.
“Why would someone be after you, Drea?” Valerie asked since she had overheard the conversation.
“I was not talking to you, Valerie,” Drea said smugly.
“Pleasure talking to you too, Drea, but if you wanted a private conversation, you should have gone to Paxton’s office instead of standing in my lobby,” Valerie said with indifference.
“I’ll remember t
