Beyoncé
It's now that I sort of panic.
I haven't been able to find much of Wallace, all I know is that it isn't his real name. The fact that he's targeting Megan with a fake alias is enough to make me nervous. I don't want shit happening to her.
I discussed taking my work with me to my mother and she agreed reluctantly (as I didn't tell her the full story), but I'm now in a meeting with Julius, Markus and the entire team of security personnel.
"My focus now, is just finding this man. And making sure I know where he is at all times. His exact coordinates. Megan rubbing shoulders with him at that restaurant was enough for me." Honestly speaking.
If we're being honest, too, Megan is asleep and I kind of locked her in the bedroom because I know Julius over exaggerates stuff. I don't need her more afraid than I am.
"Okay, we've got Edward working on that for you, but Beyoncé, real talk, this man is... he's probably got this planned out. I mean, he's been pretty difficult to trace."
My jaw tenses. We've been at this for nearly a month. There should be something by now. At least a family member.
"Are you sure?"
They are the professionals at this after all.
I take a sip of water and play with the fog on the sides of the glass, drawing little figures on it while I watch them try to figure stuff out.
Julius clears his throat, "Beyoncé, Megan's best bet is... leaving that job, or town all together for a while. Her schedule is easy to learn and quite predictable. She needs a new schedule and or a new job further away."
I shake my head. This isn't really going anywhere.
I feel nearly as lost as I did trying to protect my mother and sister.
"Beyoncé, I'm telling you... you need to leave."
I feel like I've been shoved into the hot seat.
I never thought protecting someone would be this complicated. But I guess it's not like the older days where you could just dip and move on with no issues. Modern times has it's complications when it comes to fleeing a stalker. Especially a persistent one.
The minute came to me after work in a panic with the takeout, the overprotective-ness absolutely took over. I've gotta do something about this somehow. I don't have how many windows have to be broken and how many people I end up having to lay out to ensure safety.
Julius claps his hands together, "How does your Georgia house sound? It's decently distanced from here."
I pause and process. Not only is it my decision, it's also Megan's. She gets some say.
Speaking of Megan, the bedroom door elicits a few knocks.
"Beyoncé?"
I hear the doorknob jiggle and look to all of them.
I get up and let her out. She looks around to us, in shock. I kiss her cheek.
"What's this?"
"Sit down, Princess."
