Alexis
After that very uncomfortable encounter with Byron at the hospital, I was summoned to see the property manager where the fashion store was located. It was sad to use the word "was" for something I used to be very proud of.
Thinking about it just made my muscles tense and a feeling of heaviness that wouldn’t leave. I entered the office, and the person in charge attended to me. The proxy manager sat behind a large desk and leaned forward after he had flipped through some paperwork. I sat with my hands clasped tightly in my lap, answering the questions quickly.
"No one was injured," I said when he asked. He wrote that down. "Do you know if someone might want to hurt you?" he asked.
I shrugged, responding neutrally as I tried not to give away too much. My gaze darted to the clock
