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I panicked.

"Who could have done this? Did anyone see anything? What am I next for? WHO THE HELL IS WATCHING ME? Did this mean whoever traded the cards out, know about me and Frank?"

I started to feel sick. Between my anxiety and this hangover, I couldn't think straight. I ran to the bathroom and started to throw up. "Ugh, what is happening?" I cried with my head inside the toilet. I cried and threw up for what seemed like hours. I was finally able to get up and get dressed. I headed down to the lobby, where I was greeted by a vibrant, seemingly happy Angel.

"Good morning, Mrs. Washington. Daamn, you look like hell."

"Hey, Angel. Sorry it took so long. It's been a long morning."

"Tell me about it. I woke up from a bad dream, and tried to call my mom then I..." He took a pause and wiped his face. He excused himself and went to the restroom. When he came out, he was putting his phone in his pocket.

"Let's get going, shall we?"

"Let's" I followed.

The ride over to the conference center was quick but silent. I couldn't help but wonder if Angel remembered telling me his secret. It also crossed my mind that maybe he swapped out the notes.

I almost panicked in the car,

"What if Angel wanted to make sure I never told his secret?"

We arrived at the conference center and were given badges to access entrance. Once we entered the main room, we took our seats. There were more people than yesterday and I was uneasy. I couldn't focus so I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I went in the bathroom to clean my face.

I walked out and there were two men dressed in black. Walking towards me. "Were they here to kill me?" I walked in the opposite direction, they were getting closer, I started running until I reached a dead end, they were moving closer. I screamed.