Jasmine's POV

As I hurry down the corridor, just barely avoiding Chad, I think I see a faint shadow of a man in the distance. The scent of citrus and sandalwood fills the air, but I ignore it. I'm too focused on trying to get away from Chad and the rest of my past to actually notice anything else.

I can finally breathe in relief once I make my way out of the company itself. The driveway isn't empty; there are a lot of cars there, but I bypass them all. My phone beeps. I quickly reach into my ...