EMILY

Different questions were running through my head as I walked out of the elevator in the building, heading towards Rhea's apartment.

After her cryptic words and the urgency underlying in her voice, I rushed to the apartment immediately. I had tried to call her after she hung up, but she didn't pick up. I couldn't reach Adrian and Mrs. Brown, either. That was enough to make me anxious. Was it something bad? Did it have to do with me? Or our work? Or her?

I pressed the doorbell, and after a few seconds, the door opened, and Rhea came into view. Her hair was pulled in a messy ponytail,...