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On getting home, she sees ambulances, station cars , police men and a crowd of rowdy people standing infront of the mansion trying to look into the building. Stanchions had been placed everywhere around the building to keep them away from getting through but there's still this persistence from them that tells something must have occured in the building. Journalist everywhere interviewing people in the crowd and those coming into the building.She walks towards the building in somuch confusion lost in thoughts. " what's happening in there? why?...."
"Hello, who are you miss?, Do you have any idea on the occurring incident in the building?".Journalist approaches her interviewing her and interupting her thoughtful speech .
"I'm Alex Robertson, and what occurring incident are you talking about?".
"You are Mr. Robertson's daughter?".
"Yes I am, why?".( She ask in anxiety).
"Go into the building".(The journalist says).
She rush fully crosses the stanchion and enters the building seeing a group of station men surrounding a laying person takin' down notes like investigators, some putting on globes, doctors around, media men takin' photos.
"But who's that laying? Is that blood?...Oh my God......Dad!"