Mind Games

"Safely arrived with the VIP, over."

Clara bit deep into her nails, her eyes still unsteady as it roamed through the window, the position her head had been in since she was escorted into the limo. On each side of her were security agents communicating from time to time over the earplugs stuck in their ears.

Just how the fuck had a funny romantic call taken an action note?

The car halted in front of Andre's building and the door was opened from one side. She watched as two female agents came down first and did a sweep of the environment, her body fidgeting in fear. Why had she been followed? Andre seemed to know a lot more than she did.

"Ma'am, it's safe to alight now." One of the female agents who acted like the leader said to her, gesturing with her hands. Clara swung her small purse over her shoulder and placed one wobbly foot in front of the other, sucking in a deep breath as they led her into the building.

Seemed as though she suddenly became invalid whenever she came to Andre's