Mission Impossible

The hairs on Ciara’s neck stood up. She could feel dread sweeping through her entire nervous system, and Ciara knew even without turning that she was in danger. The breath of this person landed at the back of her neck, causing her chills.

Carefully, Ciara dreaded to turn and look at whoever he was, to at least catch his face before he did whatever he wanted to do with her, but just then, she heard a beeping sound, and Samuel’s voice filtered to her ears.

“You may come in,” and the moment he said that, the gate swung open, granting her access into the penthouse. Ciara turned, but the person had disappeared. It felt unreal, but she knew deep down that someone stood a few inches away from her barely a second ago otherwise she would not have felt his breath on her skin when he talked, and also, the creepy way he called her name. Her full name.

Ciara hurried into the penthouse, and the gate shut firmly behind her. She felt safe now, but still, she could not shake off the feeling that the w