Chapter Forty-Two

Half an hour later, I was sat on the step of a medic van after getting looked at. The medic had wrapped up my hand that was cut with the glass, apparently I was lucky that I dropped the piece of glass when I did. They also gave me some oxygen to help me stop coughing, even though I told them I didn't want or need it. I look around the car park of the factory, people were still trying to put the fire out but you could tell they were struggling. Why is it that people either want to attack me or set a building I enter on fire? Do I just have that effect on people?

Brandon was talking on the phone with Morgan which left me alone for a little awhile, Morgan was on his way but kept being held up by the director or other agents needing him to sign things. I soon remember the note that was in my back pocket, I hadn't had a chance to read it yet. I stand up slightly pulling the little note out, it read

"Dearest Taylor,

I just knew you'd be able to figure out what I was planning on doing ne