Denella still continued to walk away casually, pretending she never heard her.

"My name is Kendra Witherfield. I was just wondering if I could ask you a few questions about R.O.S.S. Excuse me? Do you work here?"

Denella still had her back to all of the cameras as she started to walk faster. She dashed through the door and up the stairs. She didn't stop until she reached the twenty-third floor. She was out of breath. Her breathing was so deep, it was as if she were going to suck in all of the oxygen on the planet. After she caught her breath, she alerted some of the other agents to have a full lockdown. Her being on the news was bad enough, but practically everyone who worked there on the news would be worse than death. And for her, nothing was worse than death itself but torture.




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