Fiona
“You’re Fiona Aldridge, right?”
Turning, I find a man standing in the doorway of the supply room. He’s tall and muscular with tan skin and an unsettling smirk. I’d been making copies extra slowly so I could take a few minutes of space without anyone hovering over me.
Now this guy shows up, and he knows my name.
Did Ethan send him to find me?
Can I not get a break for two seconds without someone watching or controlling everything I do?
“Yes, I’m Fiona,” I tell the man.
He nods, steps into the small room, and closes the door behind me. Instantly, my mind tells me this isn’t right. Then the lock clicks behind him, and my nerves jump into overdrive.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He steps towards me.
I step back.
My heart hammers in my chest as he gets closer.
“I’ve
