KANE.
As I’m sitting behind my desk at my home office, the shrill ring of my phone startles me, pulling me away from the stack of documents I’m signing.
Without even looking at the screen, I quickly answer with a casual “Hello.” But as soon as I hear it was the police department, panic instantly set in.
“Mr Ambrose, we need you to come down to the Peekaboo clinic. There has been an incident with Miss Morrison.”
As my heart rate quickens, a sinking sensation takes hold of my stomach.
“What happened is she ok?” I ask as I stand up, pushing my chair back and making it hit the wall
“She’s in a lot of pain, visibly shaken. We’re urgently awaiting the ambulance. Sir, can you please come down here?”
“Yes, I’ll be right there,” I reply with a sense of urgency in my voice.
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