Leaked information

"Thank you." Samantha mumbled as she disengaged from the embrace.

"I got you some beverages, somethings you will be needing here." Tristan said, pointing at the shopping bags on the table.

"Thank you, Tristan but I won't really be needing them that much." Samantha replied.

"Why?"

"I called my mother, I told her to get me out of here."

Tristan stared at her. "Isn't that dangerous? You shook have waited for some days before making that call."

"I know but I'm just scared. I can't stay here anymore. It's scaring."

Tristan shrugged. "I understand. Be careful."

"Thanks. I also called Ethan Welch, my manager."

"Why did you call him?" Tristan asked.

"To report my family." Samantha replied.

Tristan sighed and walked towards the window. "I didn't ask you to do that. Why would you give your such information?"

Samantha glared at him. "I don't understand you, Tristan. This has everything to do with me and it's just right that I do what's right."

Tristan turned to look at her. "You do not know t