CHAPTER 12

Annabelle found herself staring at the building in front of her, apprehensions and uncertainty were involuntarily scrambling inside her.

She took a deep breath before taking her step and entered the electronic sliding door. She felt the need to that for the sake of her weak confidence. She really wasn’t sure if her decision to finally see Miguel was a right one.

Annabelle’s eyes roamed around the modern reception covered with dark gray interior. At the center is a walling painted in cream. She read the clusters of letters formed on it.

STEEL SECURITY AGENCY

On the right side—where she stood--lies a black leather couch and an oblong glass center table beside it. The interior looked elegant and clean. The fresh green palm tree on the corner complemented the the entire place.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. How may I help you?” greeted th