BRIANA THOMPSON
We walked out from the elevator, with Denner holding my arm, heading to a door labeled Vice President's Office. He opens it, pushes me inside, and locks the door behind him.
The click of the lock makes my heart race even more.
“Denner, open this door right now!”
“How did you find out that Alexander needed someone to help him with the hospital?”
All I do is take a step back.
“Answer me, Briana!”
“It’s not your concern, Denner.”
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying?
"You can’t meddle in my life.
"Act as if I’m the same Briana you ‘hated’ weeks ago and forget I exist.
"That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?
"You wanted to see me away from the Thompson Group, and you got that.
"I just want you to leave me alone now.
"All I want is to live my life quietly, on my own,
