She rode the elevator to the third floor.
As she approached, she saw Jaelyn waiting outside a private room.
Hurrying over, Millie asked breathlessly, âAre Maggie and Karl really in there?â
Jaelyn looked at her with her usual calm and responded, âHavenât you been watching? Didnât you see them both enter the club separately?â
Millie had indeed seen it all.
With a smirk, she challenged Jaelyn, âDidnât you say you would call the reporters? Where are they?â
âTheyâre on their way,â Jaelyn replied calmly.
Pleased with the progress, Millie told Jaelyn, âWell done.
As long as Maggie is out of the picture, Iâll keep my promise and not cause any trouble for you in the future.
â
Though she said this, Millie secretly planned to deal with Jaelyn once Maggie was ousted from Sanfordâs life.
Soon after, a group of people with cameras emerged from the elevator.
âThe reporters are here,â Jaelyn announced.
She swiped the room card and opened the door.
Millieâs smile widened, about to revel in her victory, but was abruptly shoved by Jaelyn.
âOuch!â
Millie staggered forward, barely catching herself against the wall.
The room was dimly lit, and as she blinked to adjust her eyes to the darkness, the door slammed shut
behind her.
Confusion set in.
Why had Jaelyn pushed her inside alone? Shouldnât she let reporters in to take photos now?
Her pulse quickened.
She instinctively tried to open the door, but as she reached for the handle, she heard footsteps approaching rapidly behind her.
Chilled by the sound, Millie spun around to face a tall man who seized her arm.
âWho are you?â she screamed in terror.
The man remained silent, forcefully pinning her against the wall.
Millie struggled, but the grip only tightened, causing pain to shoot through her arms.
Outside, the reporters bombarded Jaelyn with questions.
âAre you Miss Duffy? Did you call us here claiming a big scoop?â
âWhatâs the news? Please, enlighten us.
â