I felt a crushing hopelessness settle over me. I never imagined proving my identity would be this impossible.
Just as the blade was about to break through my skin, Margaret’s phone rang its sharp ring cutting through the tension.
With an impatient sigh, she slapped it on speakerphone.
"Maggie, President Miller’s here at the karaoke bar! She says she has something urgent to discuss and is already waiting at the door!"
Margaret’s face lit up with sudden excitement.
"Really? I’ll go greet her right away!"
With a dismissive glance at me, she barked, "Full of lies and nonsense!"
"Get rid of this scumbag. We can’t have President Miller walk in and spoil her mood!"
The only person Margaret ever referred to as "President Miller" was Brenda. Could it really be her?
A lump lodged in my throat, but there was no time for sentimental thoughts.
I had no idea what they intended to do with me, but I knew this was my one shot at freedom.
As the person who had tied me up dragged me toward the door, I seized the moment. In a flash, I slammed my nose into their face, my heart pounding.
The person let out a howl of pain, their grip loosening just enough.
I bolted, my feet pounding the floor as I ran for my life.