Nicole Harper
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I hated Daniel Ashford.
He was determined to torture me, which was why he wouldn’t stop texting me while I was at work. I could barely even concentrate on work because of him, but I managed to get through the first few days.
When Wednesday came, he decided a call was much better than a text.
He called me three times. I declined every single one, but that didn’t deter him.
[Unknown: Pick up, Nikky. I’m in front of your building.”
Then he attached a picture of the front of the office building.
It made my skin crawl. Was that a subtle threat that he was going to walk in and expose us? And the nickname almost made me throw up. Looking around to make sure that no one was staring at me, I quickly slipped out of my seat and went into the restroom. I found an empty stall
