Marisol sighed heavily as she walked across the parking lot to the building her office resided in. Only a few more days and it would just be another empty building. She stepped up onto the sidewalk and walked through the front doors. She greeted the receptionist, Marcy, and walked down the carpeted hall toward her office. She heard a melody emanating from her purse. Marisol reached into her white bag and retrieved her phone. She sighed and dropped her phone back into her bag. She reached up to her head and rubbed her temples as she walked. Her phone had been going nonstop for the past two days, ever since Eric had told their parents about Marisol's situation. They hadn't left her alone since; Marisol had even skipped dinner with her family to avoid their questions. With the firm closing, her friend murdered, and her secret out, Marisol's focused attention had to be prioritized. Marisol grabbed the handle of her door and pushed it open. She flipped on the light, the with the wall high windows, she didn't really need to.

Her office was one of the larger ones in the building. With good reason of course, she had at least three five level file cabinets lined against the walls. They were emptied weeks ago, al the case files were. All that was left in her office were all of Marisol's procession. Which she seemed to have more than she thought. Several boxes lined the floor, some on top of each other. Her desk sat in the back corner; finally cleared off, save for a few personal possessions that would soon be remedied.

Marisol walked to her desk and set down her purse. She picked up the pictures of her family and set them inside the box. She gathered her cup holding her pens and pencils and set it inside the box. All that really remained was her glass nameplate. Marisol reached for her plate…that wasn't there anymore. She frowned. Where did that thing go?

Suddenly something slammed into the back of Marisol's head. The force sent Marisol sliding over her desk and onto the floor. The room spun in a blur of starts and shadows. She gasped in pain and pushed herself up from the floor. She could see the shoes of her attacker walking around her desk, towards her. Her hearing was a mumble, slowly returning to normal, like her vision.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"What?" Marisol asked.

He grabbed her by the hair. Marisol cried out in pain. She rose as he lifted her to her feet by her hair. "Where is the package?"

"What package?" Marisol asked.

The man threw Marisol across the room. She stumbled to the ground. Marisol crawled toward the door, but her attacker wasn't far behind her. He grabbed her again, dragging her to her feet. Marisol elbowed the man and made a run for the door.

"MARCY!" Marisol screamed.

Before Marisol could reach the door, she felt her attack slam into her back. Marisol lost her balance and broke through the glass door. She stumbled to the ground in the hallway in a rain of glass. She landed on the floor, covered in glass. Marisol looked up from the floor, toward her office, but he was gone.

"MARISOL!" Marcy cried. She ran down the hall.

"Marcy…call the…police." Marisol gasped.

you didn't think Marisol was goign to get off on just her friend dying did you?