Viktoriya's P.O.V.
I groaned as I held my head. My body felt tense and weird as I rolled over in the bed. I opened my eyes to see Megan staring back at me from the chair.
"What happened?"
I've got to stop waking up in these weird scenarios.
"You passed out. I'm assuming from the lack of oxygen. You had a panic attack in the office and just fell."
I sat up slowly and everything hit me. Abby was dead. I don't know what I have gotten myself into but the idea of it ending with a bullet in my skull was not appealing at all.
"Oh..."
I didn't know what else to say. What was I supposed to say? I am sorry that I found a file of a dead woman in the cabinet while I was trying to do my job?
No. I couldn't say that.
"You have passed the test. You seem to be trustworthy enough. You've seen what happens to people who cross me the wrong way so I don't think we will have a problem."
