“Tell no one where you’re going.”
The call ended.
For several minutes, I sat frozen on my bed.
Everything inside me screamed not to go.
But I had rent, bills, and a job I couldn’t afford to lose.
So I got dressed and drove across town.
When I entered the nearly empty hotel lobby, the receptionist looked directly at me.
“Emma?”
My blood ran cold.
“Yes.”
She slid a keycard toward me.
“He said you would come.”
“What room?”
“Top floor.”
The elevator ride felt endless.
When the doors opened, the hallway was completely silent.
Only one door at the far end had light glowing beneath it.
I walked toward it slowly.
My heart pounded harder with every step.
Then I noticed the door was already slightly open.
“Mr. Harrison?”
No answer.
I pushed it wider.
And froze.
My boss was standing in the middle of the room staring directly at me.
Beside him stood two strangers in formal clothes.
But that wasn’t what terrified me.
On the bed was a white dress.
And beside it sat a small velvet box containing a diamond ring.
Mr. Harrison took one step toward me and said:
“Emma, before you run, you need to hear what I’m asking you to do.”
My hand tightened around the door handle.
And when he told me—
I thought I had walked into the wrong room.
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