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Molly

I wishI could just take a sick day.

But no, instead of taking a nap like I want to, I’m working despite my throbbing headache.

Okay, maybe I’m not working, but I am checking emails.

I’m halfway through answering one when I hear a noise. I can’t make out what it is, though, from where I’m sitting on the couch. It kind of reminds me of the chaos before a game, just not as loud.And less swearing.

Another series of shouts happens.

This is ridiculous already.

Either my neighbors are throwing an impromptu block party or it’s the end of the world. Honestly, with how my life is going currently, either is a strong possibility.

I stand up from the couch and head for the window.

Once the blinds are pulled back, my eyes go wide.

Holy shit.

There are a few people there.

What the hell is going on?

Gas leak. There’s got to be a gas leak, right?

Shit. Why didn’t an alarm go off, and why am I still standing here?

I need to evacuate. But no . . . instead, I’m standing here because I most likely have a faulty monitor and will die.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

I am ahex,after all.

My eyes narrow. What is that? Are they holding something? Are those cameras?

Okay, so maybe the building isn’t being evacuated.

Oh, I know, they must be filming a movie. In Redville. Yeah, I think not. The biggest celebrity we have here is Hudson Wilde, which says a lot. Typically, reporters don’t follow hockey players around.

Wait, shit, are those reporters? No. That’s ridiculous.

Please say they aren’t.

Why would reporters be outside my building?

My stomach twists. What if it’s me?

No. Totally not. That’s ridiculous.

No one knows about Hudson and you.

It has to be something else.

My nose scrunches as I think.

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