The Ex. A Courier from the Past

“Here is your order, thank you!” The stranger blurted out hysterically and backed away. She wanted to run, but now I doubt I’ll let her go. Not so fast, dear! With some manic look, I watched her make a dash toward the elevator. But I already pressed the alarm button for my security, so anyone who comes down will be escorted. She clearly didn’t intend to stay, and I only let out a predatory smirk. Caught you, little bird.

Or did you think that fleeing that night without signing the sentence would save you?