Meera’s POV
I pulled the car outside the NGO and walked towards the reception desk. Something seemed off about the place,this was an NGO run by the UN to provide shelter for the abandoned kids and the war victims, but the NGO seemed awfully silent and empty.
As I walked in towards the reception there wasn’t anybody present.
" What’s wrong with this place?“, I thought.
Before I could call out for someone, I heard footsteps. It sounded like the footsteps of boots that were getting louder as they neared. I quickly hid behind the reception desk. At this point, the footsteps had stopped and the chattering between, what sounded like two men, was heard. I was sure that there were more than 2 men for the footsteps were much louder to be that of two people.
One said ” so, the deal went on well
