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Amy had never seen anything like it. Panic took hold, terror nearly bringing her to tears. On the other side, Sandra had already taken refuge under her desk, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Security will be here soon," Leanne said, her voice steady despite the trembling of her fingers as she tried to comfort Amy. Leanne looked around for a place to hide, a difficult ask in an office setting.

She made her way to the window, opened it, and looked down before calling out to Amy, "Come on, we can climb down from here."

Amy, obedient but stunned, joined her and balked at the sight, "That's... really high."

Their office was on the ninth floor, but fortunately, there was a rooftop of an adjacent building below.

"It's just two floors down, at worst we'll break some bones. It's better than facing what's coming," Leanne said, her words fast but composed. "Step on the air conditioner unit. Be careful."

The wooden door was already hacked into. Hearing the logic in Leanne's words, Amy didn't delay. Grabbing Leanne's arm, she carefully climbed over the windowsill and started making her way down.

Amy was light. Although stepping on the air conditioner unit was risky, she made it safely to the ground.

Looking back, Leanne saw Sandra creeping out from under the desk, her face streaked with tears and looking expectantly at her.

"Come on. Don't just stand there, move it!" Leanne urged.

"Okay," Sandra hurried over, but as she hesitated, Amy called from below, "Leanne, forget about her. Come down first!"

Not wanting to be left behind, Sandra quickly stepped onto a chair to reach the windowsill. Seeing the height, she started sobbing again, "I can't. It's too high. I'm scared..."

"Amy has already down there. She'll catch you," Leanne said, her patience wearing thin.

Sandra, still hesitant and crying like a baby, provoked Amy to shout, "If you're not coming down, then stay there and get chopped up! Move, let Leanne come down first!"

"I'm coming!" Sandra whimpered, cautiously reaching for the air conditioner unit with her foot.

As the opening in the door grew larger, the attacker tried to reach in to unlock it but recoiled when he cut himself on the splinters, resuming his chopping.

Time was running out, and Leanne coldly stated, "If you don't come down now, I'm going to push you."

Sandra quickly stepped on the unit.

Just as Leanne was about to climb onto the windowsill, a sudden pain in her back made her stagger, nearly losing her balance.

At that moment, the attacker broke through the door with his cleaver, charging at Leanne as she was the only one left.

He swung at the windowsill and Leanne narrowly avoided it. However, the close proximity allowed her to see his face, swollen from rage, eyes ablaze, his breath heavy, and veins bulging.

Sandra's escape had enraged him further, cursing as he swung the cleaver at Leanne.

In that instant, fear was replaced by another emotion as Leanne thought of Curtis.

A bitter feeling overwhelmed her, forcing herself to stay calm as she sprinted towards the now open door.

The man pursued closely.

As Leanne ran, she crashed into a solid figure.

The familiar scent enveloped her. Instinctively, she looked up to see Curtis' grim expression. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

He swiftly moved her behind him and kicked at the attacker.

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He contemplated going up to see Leanne but was unsure whether to confirm her suspicions about the truth.

The thought of her leaving made Curtis feel lost.

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Something snapped in Curtis' mind, propelling him to his feet and upstairs.

Grateful for his quick response, he feared what might have happened had he been any slower.

The attacker stumbled back from

Curtis' kick, swinging the cleaver but

Curtis dodged and disarmed him, twisting his arm until he screamed in pain. The cleaver dropped and Curtis kicked it away.

Security arrived, tackling the attacker.

Curtis returned to Leanne, his concern evident as he checked her over.

Grabbing her wrists, he finally felt some relief.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Leanne nodded.

"Did it scare you?"

Leanne shook her head, her lips pressed tight, eyes beginning to well with tears.