Meeting Sarah Brown

Jack

I remained frozen in shock wondering how she knew about George and Edgar. Did she really know about them or was this just another one of her cunning schemes?

‘No,’ I shook my head dismissing the thought. She couldn’t have been that specific if she did not already know what was happening.

“Ms. Brown, I…” I started to say but she harshly cut me in.

“You came into my home, held a knife to my security’s neck, and threatened my guards and now you are here to tell me about an unidentified danger that I’m in, hmhph.” She scoffed and stood up, her icy glare remaining fixed on her face.

“Don’t you find that somewhat ironic, Mr…” she called, snapping her fingers as if trying to remember my name.

“Jack,” I said with a pretentious smile. I could see through her cunning moves and decided to play her little games. If we wanted to find out what she knew or if she could be of any help to us, I needed to make her feel we were on her side, even if that meant lowering myself before her.

Heaving a d