~SARA~
The stalker. Here? How?
I groan as I push myself from the floor, wincing as the pain from the stalker's punch pierces at my belly. My muscles tightens with every breath and my vision blurs as I stagger.
I look for something to lean on and see a counter. I reach out to grip it, aiming to rest my head when my eye catch sight of it.
A crumpled piece of paper lying near my feet.
I freeze.
What the hell?
Slowly, I bend down to pick it when—
Slam!
The door flings open and Benita and Jennifer— followed by two guards, burst in.
I step on the note immediately.
"Ma'am!" Benita rushes toward me, looking over me like she’s looking for any sign of injury. "Are you okay? We heard noises coming from here!"
I stand up straighter, masking the pain. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Jennifer
