"No matter how much this looks like an accident, I still think Victor planned this," I whispered to the person I believed was Sarah.
"Ava, baby, don't be scared. Mama's got you. Ouch! But where in God's name are you?" Sarah screamed, bumping into a desk somewhere in the dark.
If Sarah was over there, then whose arm was I currently holding?
"Ahem. Miss Collins, I believe you have the wrong person."
"Geez, that scared me, Mr. Dave!"
I let go of him so fast I nearly dislocated something. One hand smacked his arm while the other clutched my chest like an old woman who had just seen a ghost.
"I would prefer you stay away from me, ma'am. I still love my work," he said, already putting some careful distance between us.
I genuinely did not understand what went on in that man's head sometime
