Chapter twelve

I still stood there, gasping for breath after that asshole’s attempt to strangle me, my heart racing with a mix of fear and rage.

Mouths in the room had started mummering as the hefty hands of the security guards restrained Logan,who was still fumming with rage. Why the anger? I thought.

Mo rushed to my side, her eyes wide with concern.

“Are you alright?” She asked, trembling slightly. I nodded, trying to keep my breathing to be on point.

“I think I'm okay, just shaken up.” I replied, my voice hoarse.

Francesca, was looking pale and shaken herself, fiddling with her phone… What was she doing?

Within minutes, uniformed officers arrived at the scene, their presence adding to the the gravity of the situation. The police immediately questioning everyone involved, gathering statements.

It was my turn now…to give my side of the story. I recounted my version of the scene, explaining I was there for an interview with the dick head,,Logan, directed by Mason.Then he flamed up, claiming I assa