CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE : MEETING THE GUNMAN

~MAE~ I wasn't so sure of the time I left the office, but the last time my gaze met the clock while packing my things was well past four o'clock. Surprisingly, since the incident in the morning, I haven't focused on her since then. Did she really mean her words about being done working here? I shrugged as I walked out of the office. Working wasn't too stressful, and I made a few friends who showed interest. Getting out, I met Frank beside his car, leaning on it like he was waiting for someone. Ready? I heard him ask, and I raised a brow, looking around to check if he was referring to someone else, but I was the only one around. Me? I asked, and he smiled sinisterly. Of course. I'm giving you a ride home," he said, and I scoffed. How many of your staff have you driven home? I asked. Mae..he sighed. I said I remembered telling you to see me as nothing but your staff, and for no reason; he chuckled, making me furrow my brows. Repay me my money or allow me to drive you home," he