Chapter 50- Miss Olivia

Panick wore me over. I bent quickly, took the phone from the ground, and pressed it against my ear. “Hello Kiara. Hello. Kiara, are you there?“ I asked, but only silence answered me.

“Hell has broken loose. Didn't you hear the beeping sounds before the phone slipped off your hands? She fucking hanged up on you. You sure are an irritating person.“ A voice mocked me from beside me.

With my eyes widening as if I were coming out of a horror movie, I turned to look at the voice. It was James's workmate. I looked at him for a second, trying to register what he had said. “So, Kiara hung up?“ I asked, but he scoffed instead.

I had no need to argue with him. Snapping back to my senses, I grabbed my purse from the table, flagged it under my arm, and dashed out of the small office.

I almost knocked over James at the door, who was coming in. “Are you okay, Miss Olivia?“ He asked, holding my hand and supporting my waist so that I wouldn't trip over the three stairs and bang my head on the storny w