Ashley's pov

We've been sitting on top of a desk for approximately five minutes. My eyes stayed glued on the clock as every second ticked by. It was nerve-racking having to wait for the cops to arrive.

My hands were folded under my breast, acting as a protective barrier for what was about to happen. I knew I had to eventually explain what transpired here. But it didn't make it easier. In fact I felt revolted just thinking about speaking about it.

The security had been wiping a wet rag ...