He went silent.
Then he said something that frightened me even more.
“Tell no one where you’re going.”
The call ended.
For several minutes, I sat frozen on my bed.
Everything inside me screamed not to go.
But I had rent, bills, and a job I couldn’t afford to lose.
So I got dressed and drove across town.
When I entered the nearly empty hotel lobby, the receptionist looked directly at me.
“Emma?”
My blood ran cold.
“Yes.”
She slid a keycard toward me.
“He said you would come.”
“What room?”
“Top floor.”
The elevator ride felt endless.
When the doors opened, the hallway was completely silent.
Only one door at the far end had light glowing beneath it.
I walked toward it slowly.
My heart pounded harder with every step.
Then I noticed the door was already slightly open.
“Mr. Harrison?”
No answer.
I pushed it wider.
And froze.
My boss was standing in the middle of the room staring directly at me.
Beside him stood two strangers in formal clothes.
My Boss Called Me at 11 P.M. and Said, “Come to the Hotel Tonight With Me. If You Don’t Come, You’re Fired—and Tell No One.” I Went… But When I Opened the Door, Saw Him Waiting Inside, and Heard What He Wanted Me to Do, I Couldn’t Believe What I Was Hearing
