Chapter forty - four

Sophia’s POV

I was leaving Michael’s office late in the evening after finalizing a report when I noticed a small piece of paper tucked under my windshield wiper. At first, I thought it was some sort of flyer, but as I unfolded it, my heart sank.

“Be careful who you trust.”

There was no name, no context, just those five words scrawled in a messy, almost frantic handwriting. I glanced around the dimly lit parking lot, half-expecting someone to jump out of the shadows.

But there was nothing.

Shaking off the unease, I crumpled the note and tossed it into the nearest trash can. “Probably some weirdo,” I muttered to myself, trying to convince myself it meant nothing.

The feeling of unease didn’t go away.

A few nights later, I was working late again, organizing files in the translation department. The office was quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by silence. I was so absorbed in my task that it wasn’t until I looked up that I noticed the shadow.

It flickered just beyond t