Kira scurried to the back entrance of the university.
She looked like a lurking cat burglar as she stole furtive glances around, shielding her face with a hand.
Luckily, no one recognised her.
She paced in front of the gate, her head on a swivel.
When she did not see the face she expected, Kira made a call.
She listened to the ringtone for almost a full minute before someone finally picked up.
‘Hello,’ a cold female voice answered.
‘Miss Woods,’ Kira whispered though there was no one within earshot. ‘I’m at the back gate. I don’t see you.’
Ten minutes ago, Kira answered the call in high spirits, expecting good news from a prospective employer.
She thought someone was pranking her when the caller identified herself as Kayleigh Woods.
But the voice did seem to
