OLIVIA
I’d woken up to the buzz of my phone early in the morning. My head spun and I groaned, rolling to the other side so I could reach my phone.
It was a message from an unsaved number. Attached to the text was an image of me fighting off the men in black suits back at the airport that day
‘They belong to a special organization from Snow Mark city. It will be hard to know why they attacked you.’
I realized this was from Olean, the old man from that bar yesterday. Yesterday, he’d said I might hear from him earlier. I didn’t think it’d be this early.
But this was not enough. I needed to know who was behind them.
‘I’ll pay you whatever you want. I need to find out why I was attacked as soon as possible.’
“Yes, ma’am.’ He replied.
I dropped my phone, pressing my palm to my forehead.
