WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

JENNA

By the time the police get to the scene, my nerves are somewhat calmer, I have a cup of tea in hand and am doing any and everything possible to be on the other side of Mr. Evans at all times.

"Can we take your statement now, ma'am?" One of the police officers who looks to be in his fifties approaches me with a kind smile. His name tag reads Benson.

His colleague, who looks relatively younger, has taken Mr. Evans out of the room and down to the police car with Dylan in tow.

I nod my head slowly. "Yeah, of course."

My lungs expand as I inhale a large breath to calm myself before I start reiterating the play out of events to the kind looking man in front of me.

"You say all of your co-workers had left for the night?" He asks after I finish explaining my near assault to him.

My head bobs up and down in a confirming nod. "Yes. I was the only one in the office at the time. Or at least I thought that I was, until Mr. Carlson showed up."

"Do you want to tell me what it was that y