Struggling to steady her voice, Willow said, "I'm okay.""I'll give you three seconds to rethink that and tell me what you actually need," Theodore said.Willow tightened her grip on her phone. "My car broke down in the office garage. Could you come and get me?""Wait right there."Theodore arrived 15 minutes later. Upon seeing the state of the car's windshield, Clark exclaimed, "Ms. Jett, what happened? Who did this?"Willow stood beside the car, arms crossed, her face pale from the shock. Theodore removed his suit jacket and offered it to her. "Let's get you home."Willow hummed in response."Clark, hand over the car keys. Take Willow's car to the service center for repairs," Theodore ordered."Sure thing, Mr. Bassett."On the drive back, Theodore asked about what had happened in the underground garage.Willow paused briefly before explaining, "It was a gang of bikers, but I have no idea where they came from.""Did they say anything?" Theodore asked."Yes." Willow stared
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