It had been three months since Leonor began receiving extravagant gifts from an unknown person, each one more expensive than the last. Expensive handbags, exclusive perfumes, even designer heels - all with a disturbing note attached. "You belong to me", "You're mine", and "You're all I think about" The whole situation was starting to feel more than just creepy.
Leonor's heart raced as she read the latest note. "I won't let anyone else have you." The words sent chills down her spine. She glanced around the room, her eyes darting from one corner to another. Was the person who sent this note near her right now? Was he or she watching her every move? She shuddered at the thought.
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One morning, she saw another gift, wrapped in expensive-looking paper on her office desk. And attached to it was a small card. She carefully opened the card and read the message inside.
'Meet me at the rooftop. 9PM'
Leonor's heart raced as she read the note over and over again. She looked at the clock on her phone again - 7:31AM. That gave her approximately eleven hours to figure out who sent this note and what they wanted.
As the hours ticked by, Leonor found herself increasingly distracted. She couldn't focus on her work, her mind constantly wandering to the note on her desk.
She tried to tell herself she was being paranoid, but she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her every move.
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As the sun began to set, Leonor couldn't help but feel a knot forming in her stomach. It was 8:45PM. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gathered her things and headed for the elevator.
The elevator finally came to a stop on the top floor, and the doors opened with a loud dinging sound. Leonor stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoing on the marble floor.
She pushed open the door to the rooftop, the cool night air hitting her face. Leonor looked around, but there was no one in sight. She took a few steps forward, her eyes straining to see in the darkness.
"Hello?" She called out, her voice echoing in the empty space. "Is anyone there?"
No response.
The rooftop was empty. Leonor's breath came out in short gasps. She was beginning to feel claustrophobic, like the darkness was closing in on her.
"Is anyone out there?!" She called again, her voice trembling.
The sound of high heels on the pavement echoed in the night. Leonor followed it, her eyes scanning the shadows around her. And then she saw it - a flash of movement in the corner.
Leonor's eyes widened as she saw the woman materialize from the shadows. She was dressed in a simple white sleeveless dress that hugged her figure just right, and a pair of delicate-looking heels made of white stilettos. The woman is in her early-mid 40s. She has mid-length hair and a gentle smile on her lips, walking confidently as she approached Leonor.
The woman finally spoke, her voice smooth and calm. "You came." She said, her smile widening just a bit. "I'm glad."
"You're.. the one who left the note, aren't you?" Leonor asked, her voice still wary.
The woman nodded. "Do you like my gifts?"
Leonor took a step back, her heart skipping a beat. "Your gifts?" Leonor echoed, confusion mixing with fear in her voice.
