The device, to me, looks like a car key fob. But I take in every word in acknowledgment. We then test the deadly car clicker, and their phones start to go off wildly.
An emergency alert pops up saying, Lola. It then redirects to a map with a blinking dot on the GPS, and I’m speechless.
Then my phone buzzes, startling me. When Markum and Damien nod to answer, I comply, and a lady’s voice hurriedly calls out to me.
“Miss Lola, the guards, and police are being dispatched. Stay calm. Are you still in danger?” she asks, pausing for me to respond.
I want to cry but hold firm for those watching. Damien takes my phone and says a code to clear the alarm. We then set my passcodes, one for all clear and the other for danger. I’m in shock but smile tightly.
“Miss Lola, do you need a break or
