1:00 am

"I can see the door," E.J whispered. The two were tied back to back. Most of their bodies were bound together through the same length of rope. However, their feet were free. "Let's make a run for it. We can figure out the rest when we're out."

"I blacked out on the way here," Ashlyn whispered. "Did you see anything notable?"

"I didn't," E.J whispered. "It was dark out. I did see the time. It should be around one in the morning now. Now, we need to try and stand up. It's going to be hard, but I think it's doable. We stand on three. One, two, three."

With all their strength, Ashlyn and E.J stood up. "Okay," E.J whispered. "I'm going to move forward. You need to walk backward."

Ashlyn followed E.J's instructions. "I think I see a knife," E.J whispered. "I'm going to grab that on our way out. We can't break the rope until we're far away, but it might be a while before we come across another sharp object."

The two of them kept moving. "We're at the table," E.J said. "We're going to need to turn around. You move right, and I'll move left. Keep a look out for anyone entering the room."

The cousins turned their chairs. E.J barely reached the knife. However, he grabbed the wrong end of the blade. Some of the rope on his wrist was free, but the knife injured his palm. Crimson liquid began to pour profusely from his hand. The knife fell from E.J's hands.

"We need to make a plan B," E.J whispered.

"Don't bother."


"I can't even look at you," Cash said. The scariest part for Marcus was Cash wasn't yelling at him. "Because of you, we lost one of our biggest clients. I trusted you, and you failed me."

"I wasn't comfortable representing him," Marcus explained. "Did you even ride his file? This man is the scum of the earth."

"Sometimes, you have to represent the terrible people," Cash said. He raised his voice, but he wasn't yelling. "Sometimes, you have to take the paycheck. Do you think I paid for my house only representing nice old ladies? You screwed up here. I'm going to have to let you go."

"Please," Marcus pleaded. Tears were starting to fill his eyes. "I need this job. My mom needs life-saving surgery. I'm so close to being able to pay for it."

"You should've considered that before you screwed me over," Cash stated coldly. "I will also see you never work at another firm again."

"You're going to regret this," Marcus threatened. As he left the office, he noticed a picture on Cash's desk. It was of two children. One of the children was a boy with raven hair, and the other was a girl with ginger hair.