Planning and Phases

“Thank you, Brook. Please, send the emails to the accounting department,” I said and handed over a file to the standing brunette, who looked as firm as ever.

“Of course, ma’am,” she replied firmly and waited for me to sign the last papers.

My eyes scanned the clock on my desk and the time read, 4:51 pm.

“I’m leaving early today, so you can go home now,” I told her and watched as her brows were raised in question.

“Oh, I have something important to do,” my reply was vague, but I wasn’t about to blot out my entire evening plan with her, even though she may be a friend.

“Noted, ma’am,” she said and bobbed her head once before walking out after receiving the signed file from me.

I placed my head in my hands and blew out a puff of breath. It has been exactly 15 days since I received the threat, which meant that in less than a week, I was going to receive another shot of scare. I have tried to do whatever I could to help the police but even they are stuck at a dead end because Davis still r