The screen lights up.
Nothing.
No new message. No notification. No I’m watching you.
I stare at the screen longer than necessary, an uneasy feeling settling inside me.
The stalker should have said something by now. Something as big as kissing the man you loved was enough to ruffle some feathers.
A knock comes on the door.
I barely have time to lock my phone when the door opens.
“Ma’am?”
I look up.
Her.
My female staff member. The stupid b***h that enjoyed when Lily accused me of pushing her.
My jaw tightens before I can stop it.
“Yes?” I say, composing myself.
“I submitted the files for the influencers we’ll be interviewing tomorrow,” she says. “I don’t know if you’ve gone through them yet.”
My gaze slides to the table. A lone brown file sits neatly stacked where I hadn’t no
