Jasmine was roaming around the living room with worry biting on her lips thinking of how to find the true identity of Mr. A.
After the mysterious death of Mr. Rogers, there was a lot she did not know about this man called Mr. A, one thing she knew though was that he was a very dangerous man.
She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
" Hello? Can we meet up at my house? I will be waiting for you", she was about to end the call when something else flashed into her head.
"And one more thing, please don't tell anyone you're coming to see me," she said and hung up the call.
"This is crazy" she muttered to herself as she slumped on the couch like a hopeless woman. After the day, Mr. Charles had called her, she was not herself, she felt unsecured like someone was watching her every move. She didn't know the man and felt very uncomfortable with the things he had said.
