around her from behind and pulls her into my body. Despite the tense situation, her rounded shape feels good pressed against my body. My free hand claps over her mouth before she has a chance to scream and I tuck my head in her neck.
"Hush, Nizhóní . Let me make sure there's no one else."
I know she recognizes my voice when she immediately stops struggling and turns in my arms. One moment I'm holding on to her to keep her from running, and the next she's clinging to me with her hands clutched in my shirt and her face buried against my chest.
CHAPTER FIVE
K im
"I can't explain, but I need you in the office right away."
I knew coming had been a bad idea. At least coming without warning anyone.
I park the car some distance away, just like Martin had asked. The only light I'm able to see on is in the back, probably coming from his office. Instead of unlocking the front door, I walk around the side to get in the backdoor. The moment I'm inside Martin comes barreling out of his office, a gun visible in his hand stopping me in my tracks.
"Martin!" I yell, my hands up in front of me.
"Jesus, Kim. I expected you to come in the front," he exclaims lowering the gun in his hand.
Never have I looked down the barrel of a weapon and I'm pretty sure it's not an experience I'd like to repeat. I almost pissed myself.
"What the hell, Martin. You're freaking me out. What's going on? Where have you been?"
He waves his hand dismissively. "No time to explain. Here, take this and go." He presses what appears to be a flash drive in my hand.
"Wait. What? What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Keep it safe. Hide it somewhere. I have to destroy all physical evidence," he says, turning back into his office.
My head is spinning. I have no clue what's going on, but his demeanor is making me very uncomfortable. When I follow him into his office, I catch him tearing up papers and feeding them into the shredder. His eyes snap to me and I see fear and anger in them.
"Jesus, Kim, would you get out of here?"
"I don't understand."
"There is no fucking time. I'm sure they're not far behind me. Get the fuck out!"
Just as I'm backing out of the office, a loud banging comes from the front door.
"Too fucking late..." All color drains from his face when he turns to me. "Hide. Right now, hide!"
He barely has the words out of his mouth when I hear a loud bang followed by a large crash. He grabs my arm and shoves me down the hall, where my only options are the outside door—which doesn't seem like a smart option—or the supply closet. Settling on the latter, I pull open the door and turn around to see Martin disappear into his office again. I try not to listen to the voices yelling from the front office and slip inside, pulling the door closed behind me.
Footsteps come from down the hall toward me when I hear a string of curses in what I'm pretty sure is Martin's voice. I can only hear the rumble of male voices after that, until a scream pierces the air followed immediately by a gunshot.
Oh my fucking God. Oh my God.
With my back braced against the wall I sink down to the floor, my fists jammed in my mouth to stop from screaming. My entire body starts shaking and bile creeps up my throat. It takes me a few moments to register the warm flush between my legs as my bladder letting go.
How long I've been sitting here like this, I don't know. I remember the sound of crashes, maybe furniture being upended, and later the heavy tread of footsteps heading toward the front. After that, time becomes a blank. That is, until I hear someone entering through the backdoor. Did they come back? Have they realized I'm still here? When I hear the sound of the light switch and see the glare through the crack at the bottom of the door, I push myself up to my feet. My arms are wrapped around my middle, and I'm desperately trying to control my breathing.
The moment I see the doorknob start turning, I know I have to run and when I hear the latch release I throw myself
"Hush, Nizhóní . Let me make sure there's no one else."
I know she recognizes my voice when she immediately stops struggling and turns in my arms. One moment I'm holding on to her to keep her from running, and the next she's clinging to me with her hands clutched in my shirt and her face buried against my chest.
CHAPTER FIVE
K im
"I can't explain, but I need you in the office right away."
I knew coming had been a bad idea. At least coming without warning anyone.
I park the car some distance away, just like Martin had asked. The only light I'm able to see on is in the back, probably coming from his office. Instead of unlocking the front door, I walk around the side to get in the backdoor. The moment I'm inside Martin comes barreling out of his office, a gun visible in his hand stopping me in my tracks.
"Martin!" I yell, my hands up in front of me.
"Jesus, Kim. I expected you to come in the front," he exclaims lowering the gun in his hand.
Never have I looked down the barrel of a weapon and I'm pretty sure it's not an experience I'd like to repeat. I almost pissed myself.
"What the hell, Martin. You're freaking me out. What's going on? Where have you been?"
He waves his hand dismissively. "No time to explain. Here, take this and go." He presses what appears to be a flash drive in my hand.
"Wait. What? What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Keep it safe. Hide it somewhere. I have to destroy all physical evidence," he says, turning back into his office.
My head is spinning. I have no clue what's going on, but his demeanor is making me very uncomfortable. When I follow him into his office, I catch him tearing up papers and feeding them into the shredder. His eyes snap to me and I see fear and anger in them.
"Jesus, Kim, would you get out of here?"
"I don't understand."
"There is no fucking time. I'm sure they're not far behind me. Get the fuck out!"
Just as I'm backing out of the office, a loud banging comes from the front door.
"Too fucking late..." All color drains from his face when he turns to me. "Hide. Right now, hide!"
He barely has the words out of his mouth when I hear a loud bang followed by a large crash. He grabs my arm and shoves me down the hall, where my only options are the outside door—which doesn't seem like a smart option—or the supply closet. Settling on the latter, I pull open the door and turn around to see Martin disappear into his office again. I try not to listen to the voices yelling from the front office and slip inside, pulling the door closed behind me.
Footsteps come from down the hall toward me when I hear a string of curses in what I'm pretty sure is Martin's voice. I can only hear the rumble of male voices after that, until a scream pierces the air followed immediately by a gunshot.
Oh my fucking God. Oh my God.
With my back braced against the wall I sink down to the floor, my fists jammed in my mouth to stop from screaming. My entire body starts shaking and bile creeps up my throat. It takes me a few moments to register the warm flush between my legs as my bladder letting go.
How long I've been sitting here like this, I don't know. I remember the sound of crashes, maybe furniture being upended, and later the heavy tread of footsteps heading toward the front. After that, time becomes a blank. That is, until I hear someone entering through the backdoor. Did they come back? Have they realized I'm still here? When I hear the sound of the light switch and see the glare through the crack at the bottom of the door, I push myself up to my feet. My arms are wrapped around my middle, and I'm desperately trying to control my breathing.
The moment I see the doorknob start turning, I know I have to run and when I hear the latch release I throw myself
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