Y A S M E E N
"Uh... I think you might've gotten the wrong apartment," I keep my voice steady.
The woman doesn't even blink, her stance is the same with her gun pointed right at me. "Yasmeen Yasin." It's a statement, not a question.
"Who's that?" I raise a brow, keeping myself calm. But my legs are about to give out from absolute fear and my hands are quickly starting to sweat. "I'm Yumi Xiuying." I make up the first name and use my middle name as a surname. "Now, I can forget this whole ordeal since you've clearly mistaken me for someone else," I slowly begin to close the door. "Have a nice day."
I run to the other end of the house after grabbing a large chef's knife from the kitchen. What the hell is going on? How did she even get up here without permission? What happened to security?
