CAMILLA
I arrived at the police station with my phone held firmly in my hands. When I arrived, I went straight to the family policeman we usually called whenever there were issues at home or in the office. When I was told to come in, I heaved a sigh of relief before entering in.
“Good evening ma'am, I was told you are here to see me.. and that the situation involves Miss Camilla Avery. What can I do for you and what is the issue?” He asked.
I should have gotten myself prepared when I told one of the police officers that I was looking for Mr. Jack Trump, I knew I was going to be asked lots of questions about who I was to her, but I was surprised that he didn’t bother to ask who I was. Instead, he went straight to asking me what the issue was about.
“I got a threat video,” I opened up.
