Nia Mitchell was alone in the vast Special Assistant Office, staring blankly, overcome with boredom. Indeed, she had nothing to do at the moment.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
Looking at the unfamiliar number, Nia Mitchell frowned.
"Is this Nia Mitchell?"
A voice that was both unfamiliar yet faintly recognizable came from the other end of the line. Nia was momentarily stumped, struggling to place who it could be.
"Yes, it is. Who are you?"
"I'm Belinda Swan."
Belinda Swan sat in a coffee shop, gracefully stirring the coffee in front of her.
"What do you want?"
She frowned, puzzled, unable to comprehend why Belinda Swan would be calling her.
"Nothing too important. I just wanted to ask if you know Anne Davidson?"
Belinda Swan maintained a smile, speaking calmly, her voice conveying gentleness. But all of this was merely a front. Who knew what kind of dreadful soul was hidden behind that angelic face?
"I know her."
