*Ophelia*

“You think you have the upper hand here?” Alvin snaps, grabbing my arm and forcibly yanking me into the hallway. The door tries to close but thankfully doesn’t all the way. Otherwise, I’d be trapped out here.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” I growl, ripping his grasp away from me. “You continue to lay your hands on me. I’ll call the cops right now.”

“I told you, Miss Lane, the cops won’t believe whatever sob story you give them. ...