I walked downstairs hurriedly. Bodyguard work was never this tasking. I had not spoken to Sarah in weeks, since I'd disagreed with her ideas, and once when I tried to grab her ass when we were alone, she shot me a dirty look and dropped an ashtray.
Back to the present. The doorbell kept ringing. I don't know how the butlers and maids disappeared so suddenly, but it's maddening me. I do ALMOST everything around here. I walked to the door.
'Who's there,' I ask, slowly putting my gun in a position where it'll be easy to get to.
I hear nothing but a garbled response.
I shrug and swing the doors open.
The woman standing there has the exact same face as Sarah, but the resemblance ends there. She is taller than myself, thinner than a child suffering from protein deficiency, and has crystal white eyeballs.
Nothing unnerves me as much as the eyes do.
'Hello,' she says in a highly fake, over excited tone.
I murmur greetings and yell,
'Sarah! Someone's here for you.'
The lady tells me her name is Sally, and pushes past me to go inside the house, not waiting for me to usher her in.
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A Girl Named Sarah
Mystery / ThrillerScott ' ll have to face an abusive man, a possessive boss and a demented sister of a girl named Sarah because love, as fools say, is blind. But at the end, will it be worth it, or has Scott been played by a gold digger, harlot and blackmailer of 1s...
