Serena's POV

That's when the driver removed his hoodie, and my blood ran cold. I let out a loud scream as Ross's voice came through the phone, concerned, "Serena, what's going on?”

I stared at the dustbin collector, my voice shaking.

"Wh...what do you want?"

He responded with an unnerving calmness, "It doesn't matter what I want. I only have one job to do, and that's what I'm doing."

Through the phone, Ross's concerned voice cut through the tension, "Serena, are you okay?"

But I was beyond responding. My hands trembled as I discreetly reached for my pepper spray in my bag.

With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to...