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expecting to see what I saw.  I dropped down in my chair and waved Lena out of the room.
    James and Melissa were on the front page.  They were clearly at a club of some kind and Melissa was hanging all over him.  I gripped the edges of the paper so tightly that I ripped a hole in the center.  What in the hell was going on?  We were supposed to have Christmas dinner with his family that coming weekend.  And Melissa, they were convinced she was working with Dan in some form or fashion or that she at least had some insight.  My cell started buzzing in my purse.  Fuck off.  I didn’t have to look at my phone to know who it was.  The ringtone gave him away.
    I spent most of the day with Cecily, in her office.  She continued to show me the ins and outs of the business.  It was very exciting for me and she mentioned that she was happy to find me so enthusiastic on more than one occasion.  Cecily went home a couple hours early and I dove in to more work.  I had some ideas I wanted to run past her.  When I finally left it was well past dinner time.  My phone was dead, probably from too many texts and calls from James.  I got in my car, plugged my phone into the charger and nothing happened.  Shit.
    I pulled out my keys to start it up and still nothing happened.  You’ve got to be kidding me.   My phone was dead, my car was dead, it was dark and the garage was practically empty.  I’d have to walk back up to the office and use the phone to call someone.  James or Cal?  That was the question.  I locked my car back up after I grabbed my phone cord—thankful it was a both a car and wall charger—and headed back to the building. 
    The elevator was taking forever and I heard a loud noise come from inside the garage.  Without thought I began running up the stairwell.  My office was only a few floors up.  I heard the door open below me and I became utterly panicked.  It was late, the building should be empty.  I ran up the stairs faster, but not without slipping and scraping my knee on the stairs.  I could hear the steps, behind me, trampling up the stairs, getting closer and closer.  I flung open the door to my floor and ran into the hallway.
    My lanyard was around my neck, with my key card.  Cecily had put in a new security system so we no longer had actual keys.  We either punched in a code or used our key cards.  I slouched down to run my key under the scanner when I heard the stairwell door fly open behind me.  The beep sounded and the door opened for me.  I saw the dark figure approaching me, he was so close, but I managed to shut the glass doors just as he reached me.  He had on a ski mask that covered everything but his dark, hollow eyes.  He frantically pulled on the door, but it didn’t budge.
    “I’m coming for you.”  He banged his fists on the glass door as I stumbled to the receptionist desk and grabbed the phone.
    I don’t know why I didn’t call 9-1-1.  Instead I dialed James.  Cops meant media and media meant more trouble.  When I looked up, my attacker was gone as far as I could see, but there was no way I was leaving this building alone.  James didn’t answer the call, probably thinking it was a wrong number.  I fumbled with my purse, pulling out my charger and my phone.  I plugged it into the power strip under the desk before grabbing the desk phone again.  I tried him one more time and that time he answered.
    “Hello?”
    “J, James…”
    “Cassidy, what’s wrong?  Where are you?”
    I started crying, “I’m at work, my car…someone was chasing me.”  I heard him yell for Smith before asking if I was safe.  I told him I was locked in my office and hiding under the receptionist desk.
    “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
    “Please don’t hang up.”
    “Ok, I won’t hang up.  We’re on our way.  Do you have somewhere you can go and lock yourself in?”
    “Yes, but my cell is dead.”
    “Ok, just stay under the desk and out of sight.  Did he