I will find you, Sylvia Hudson. And I will make you mine again." A voice laced with toxic hate drawled from the darkness.
Her eyes snapped open, taking in heavy gasps. It felt like her chest was about to burst open, with a burning throat that caused her eyes to sting with accumulating moist. She was indeed having a panic attack.
The dreams had returned, she thought inwardly. She had complained to Claire after receiving the company's email to stay away from work for two weeks.
"Two weeks?!" she questioned, her eyes widened on her phone. "Why are they taking this so serious?" She wished she could see Leonardo and ask him directly.
Claire rolled her eyes. "Because it is serious. Someone destroyed your office."
"And that's all about it–"
"No, it's not." she said indignantly, with her hands folding to fist. "That was a dangerous message, Sylvia. There are people out there; both in your office or outside that wants to harm you."
