Emily's POV
I couldn't count how many times I thanked myself for bringing an extra outfit while in the bathroom. I hoped that this wasn't a foreboding that the interview wouldn't go well. I hoped I could land the job and avoid any other form of setbacks, especially after what happened at the bar.
After taking my clothes off, I grabbed the extra outfit I'd brought to change but was the moment I felt a draft from behind. Panic gripped me for a moment as I realised that I hadn't secured the restroom. Stall door properly. I could be nudged open without so much effort. I turned around quickly, ready to tell whoever it was that the stall was occupied, but my words caught in my throat when the door was pushed open. It was him.
The man from the bar. The one who had helped me chase the
