Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Millie was escorted out in broad daylight, panic written all over her face. Her first thought was whether her escapades abroad had been unearthed.

Yet, facing the shocked and questioning gazes around her, she managed a smile and said with composure, "Must be some mix-up, I guess? I'll go see what's up." Her three roommates exchanged bewildered looks, ultimately watching helplessly as she was led away.

"What's going on? I'm freaking out here..."

"Something's not right, huh?"

"What do we do now? Should we call her folks?"

"Do you have her parents' number?"

The roommate shook her head.

Then, it hit her. There was this time when Murray had dropped Millie off at the dorm, and he'd handed them his business card, which should have his number.

With that thought, she dashed back to the dorm, rummaged for the card, and dialed the number.

up a meeting and was about to leave

had this number. Despite not

I'm worried something's up, can you check on her at the station?"

into the backseat, he instructed, "To the police station, please."

to be a

assistant's contact: "Millie's been

...

just as the veteran cop predicted: the incident happened abroad, and pursuing it was practically impossible. They could only give a nominal scolding before

heard she could leave. That's when

Porsche parked upfront. Leaning against it was a tall figure, phone in hand idly flipping

came for

making her look like a clown. Murray straightened up and approached her. "Was that mess

me explain-" Murray coldly withdrew his hand, his eyes filled

called just as

Listening. to in the car,

the