Third person’s point of view.

>Claudia’s Penthouse<<

*Ding-dong*

Claudia was having breakfast and was still in her pajamas when she heard the doorbell ring.

Her eyes instinctively located the large wall clock resting above her TV in the living room, then she released a breath of relief as she patted her chest softly as though she just had or escape a heart attack.

“Thank God, it’s not Rita” she whispered to herself.

*Ding-dong* the doorbell rang again.

She clenched her jaws, her grip on her fork tightened as she narrowed her eyes towards the direction of the door and cursed at whomever it was that’s standing behind the door.

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