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Still, a Stranger

MEGAN

I OPENED the door to a huge man standing in front of me. He looked like he had just come from a war in the desert with strong eye contact, tanned skin, and a well-trained straight posture.

"Good evening, Miss Simons. My name is Jack Davis. You can call me Davis, and I am here to take you to Mr. Wood’s penthouse."

I gaped as if he was talking in a foreign language.

Warily, I already was gripping the door handle tightly as I angled myself away from him. "And he can’t come, why?" I asked when he mentioned Forrest.

"Mr. Wood is caught up with something, Miss Simons."

Although Forrest didn’t warn me to take extra precautions, I was not stupid enough to go with this man because he mentioned Mr. Wood. That bitch could have hired someone to kidnap me and torture me in the warehouse.

"And what is that something he’s been catching up with, that he can’t even grab his phone to call me?"