"Oh, finally you came, my stalker," she said with a mocking tone. "Your men aren't exactly chatty. They didn't say a single word."
"Look, John, I'm tired and I want to go home. Be a good doggy and please your master, like you always do."
Was she really that foolish, or was it an act? She seemed completely oblivious to the danger surrounding her.
"Hey! Answer me!" she demanded, but I didn't want to waste my breath on her. It felt pointless to engage with someone who didn't grasp the gravity of the situation.
"But I have to," I insisted. "Tom, what happened?"
Tom looked furious. "You know, I had my doubts about that maid at first, but when I saw the sweet lady turn into a monster, I believed it a hundred percent."
He didn't stop talking. "Jennie said—"
"He didn't! I couldn't even understand how someone could talk this fast and not make sense. Not a single sentence was correct!" Tom exclaimed, frustration etched on his face.
