"So, you are the girl that was his stalker a couple of years ago?", a voice asked incredulously.
Emery was jolted out of her memories as she frowned up at Olivia who sat there, tied to a chair.
"Has he told you about me? Now you know, he cares for me so much... There was this one time when I followed him from the office to a club..."
Olivia almost rolled her eyes as she looked at the woman. This girl... was she really that delulu? Uhh! Why did they have to meet so many wrong in the head people? There was Arabelle and then this...
Thankfully, while she was lost narrating her story, she'd been able to loosen the ropes behind the chair. Only one knot and her hands would be free. Whatever Emery was, girl scout adept at her knots- she was not.
