Polly's car dashed through the empty asphalt road, her panicked gaze transfixed on the road in front of her, and the car behind her.
It would be extremely difficult to lose sight of them amidst the desolate outskirts of the city, and it would be even more risky to stop the car. What if they had a gun?
Polly's adrenaline spiked as the vehicle tailing hers relentlessly rammed into her rear bumper, each impact jolting her nerves. She refused to succumb to panic and gritted her teeth, gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled determination.
Swallowing down her rising fear, as it would only hinder her escape, Polly harnessed the surge of adrenaline, channeling it into her driving prowess.
With steely focus, she maneuvered her car, widening the gap between her and the ominous silhouette of the Range Rover trailing her. Calculating the upcoming cross-road with a split-second precision, she made a daring decision and veered into a risky shortcut.
Her mind reeled. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest, but she would not let that sway her from her driving. She needed to be alive in order to figure out who would dare plan such an ambush on her.
She took a deep breath and increased the speed.
The car behind was struggling to meet up, and within five minutes of intense car chase, Polly made it to the city. She did not slow down and maneuvered through the coming vehicles, hoping to escape from the sight of her pursuers.
She narrowly passed a huge truck, and when she turned her head to steal a look, the truck had used its body to block the road, obstructing every other car from coming through. Polly saw this as her queue to get out of here, and she drove off without wasting another second of her time.
She did not stop till she made it to the building where the conference meeting would be held, and her brother was waiting for her at the parking lot. Seeing him stand there, staring idly at her car, brought an instant relief to her heart, and she was still terribly spooked to get out of the car.
Norman stepped forward and opened the door to her car seat, but whatever nagging he had to give her dissipated when he noticed her condition.
"Polly?"
"Tighten security." Polly managed to utter, resting her exhausted head on the steering wheel, "a car was following me! No one should be let in."
"Come, let's head inside." Helping his sister out of the car, he took her inside the building where it was safer.
They settled into the lounge where it was more quiet, and Polly was still shakened from her narrow escape today. She's never been in a car chase before, nor did she expect to find herself in one either.
If it wasn't for her good driving skills, she would probably be dead right now.
"Hey," Norman turned to his sister as he tucked his phone away. "Just got off the phone with the security authorities. They are currently reviewing the footage from the security cameras you passed by. We'll know who's after you for sure, so don't worry about it."
Polly thanked her brother after he gave her a glass of water to drink.
"This is why I always tell you to hire a bodyguard, but you won't listen." Norman folded his arms, "after what happened today, I don't wanna hear it. You're getting a bodyguard, whether you like it or not. Can you still deliver your project?"
"Yes." Polly sighed again, "just give me a minute and I'll be there."
"Five minutes." he emphasized by raising his five fingers before exiting the lounge.
When he was gone, Polly took out her phone and stared at the unknown number that messaged her. Two more messages had been dropped, and she clicked on it.
"Don't head out at night."
"Cancel whatever plans you have tonight, stay home, stay safe!"
Polly was bewildered. She immediately responded, asking the stranger for his identity, but there was no response.
This was all too strange for Polly. How did this stranger know she'd be attacked? Was she stalked unaware? And why can't she leave the house at night?
Collecting herself, Polly knew this was not the time to think those things through, she had a meeting to attend, a company to represent. Rising to her feet, she made her way to the lady's bathroom to do a little touch-up and mentally prepare herself for her speech.
Her father owned two huge firms, each for her and her brother. Her brother was the president of the technology firm, and his company was doing perfectly well. She on the other hand managed the other firm, which was her family's organic skin care company.
Radiant glow is her biggest project yet, and she could not afford to mess this up.
"Miss!" A young woman with glasses was standing outside the door leading to the conference room, and her panicked expression morphed into relief after spotting her Miss.
"Thank goodness you're here! I thought I would die waiting!" She said, and Polly could only manage a smile.
Emily worked as her personal assistant, and Polly was grateful to have her by her side. Without Emily or her brother, she wouldn't survive these meetings at all.
"Is everything set?"
Emily nodded, adjusting her glasses, "yes, I'm ready when you're ready, boss!"
"Okay, let's do this!" Polly took a deep breath and stepped into the conference room.
It didn't really matter how many times she's introduced a new project, she always had to undergo the nervousness stage, only to lose it the minute she starts talking. Sometimes she failed to believe that she could be this eloquent when talking, and her new project seemed to draw in the interest of her associates.
The meeting lasted for about an hour to some extended minutes, and Polly was relieved to have everything done. She got the contract, another big achievement after her near death experience today. She had the intention of visiting her company, but out of fear, she couldn't leave the building.
Instead, Emily was assigned to go through everything, then forward the details to her.
"Polly." Her brother approached her at the top stairs where she waited for him, "I've got some news."
"What?"
"The car has been found, and we've traced it." He let her know, to Polly's great relief, and she asked expectantly.
"Was the driver found? Who was he?"
"Yeah, but there's another problem." Her brother's sudden disturbed countenance made her smile falter gradually.
"What? What happened?"
"The driver was found dead, and he died 5 hrs prior, before the incident." He dropped, making Polly's face go pale as a blank sheet.
"Five hours?" her eyebrows locked, and she shook her head. "How's that possible? If he died before the incident, who drove the car?"