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.

had just wrapped up a meeting and was about to leave work when

two phones, and only a select few had this number. Despite not recognizing the caller ID,

up, can you check on her at the station?" Murray frowned, absorbing the rapid

had the car door open. Slipping into the backseat, he instructed, "To the police station,

to be

his assistant's contact:

...

the incident happened abroad, and pursuing it was practically impossible. They could only

pounded until she heard she could leave. That's when she

a Porsche parked upfront. Leaning against it was a tall

came for

a clown. Murray straightened up

reached for his hand, fear evident. "Babe, it's not what you think, let me explain-" Murray coldly withdrew his hand, his eyes filled with scorn: "With the facts laid bare,

assistant had called just as

station. Listening. to in the

details in the car,