Everything began the moment I trusted Dexter with the kids and left for my office.
Seeing my office all nice and clean, I can tell my assistant’s done a nice job before leaving but… “Where is she?”
With this question lingering on my mind, I hurry over to her space in search of her, perhaps she is waiting for me over there, so I believe.
“H ey, did I make you wait…?”
I’m greeted by pitch-black darkness all around so I hurry to turn on the light, “she’s not here.” I mutter to myself.
I can’t help but feel uneasy as I race back to my office to get my phone dialing, dialing her number at once as I intend to get to the bottom of things.
The phone rings twice, but there’s no response. At once my anxiety spikes up as I start to worry about her safety, “one more time,” I tell myself calling
