Initially, I think it might be Marcus again. But then I realise that the person is still dragging me backwards, and something feels very, very wrong.
I start squirming. They hold me tighter as I am pulled into a dark alleyway. I rush to find my pockets, desperately looking for my keys, my phone, anything I can hit them with, but then I am shoved face first into a wall, pinning my hands to my stomach.
“Nora Ellis. At last we meet.” The person growls into my ear. Their voice is horrible, and it makes my skin crawl as they hold my head to the brick.
“Who are you?” I spit, trying to move my hands from between my body and the wall, but they just push me harder and chuckle.
“Someone who needs to speak to your boss, very urgently.”
Just as I’m about to reply, about to ask another question to
