“I need to tell you something, urgently. It’s about your boss.”

Charlotte’s eyes shot up from the computer in front of her as she glanced over at the intruder who didn’t even knock on the door. They’d just allowed themselves entry and stole her attention with one simple line.

“My boss?”

She questioned, her brown eyes met with those of a young man.

His appearance seemed familiar though Charlotte couldn’t figure out why.

He had a slim but muscular frame which was complimented by the tight fitting navy suit he’d worn.

“Yes, your boss. David? He is your boss, isn’t he?”

Charlotte went to open her mouth but abruptly stopped herself, nodding slightly at the man before her.

His blue eyes skimmed over the office, he walked in and closed the door behind him.

“Do you mind?”

He asked, pointing to the blinds which over hung the glass panels.

Charlotte shook her head, leaning back in her chair slightly. She seemed rather intrigued in what this man had to say.

The man closed all the blinds then paused before locking the door and walking over towards Charlotte’s desk. Startled, she sat upright shifting closer to the panic alarm button hidden under her desk.

“I’m David.”

The man stated.

Charlotte shook her head before arguing with him;

“No, David’s on vacation. You are not David. I know David.”

The man smirked,

“You’ve been in his bed, that doesn’t mean you know him. Do you have any idea of who that man is? Have you even seen any identification which states he is who he says he is?”

Charlotte paused for a moment in thought before shaking her head,

“No, I don’t recall.”

The man passed her a USB stick.

“Put it in, load it up.”

Charlotte shook her head.

“Why not?”

He asked, watching her as she nervously twitched.

“It could be bugged. You say your David but you haven’t proved that to me. Why should I trust you?”

Charlotte stated, pulling her chair closer to her desk.

“You trust him but not me?”

The man laughed.

Charlotte nodded,

“It would appear so. He is my boss.”

The man put a briefcase on the desk, shaking his head.

“Charlotte,”

Charlotte felt her cheeks redden as she began to panic. How did this man know her name?

“Don’t worry, just some proof.”

The man smiled at her, opening the case up. His eyes moved from the cases contents to Charlotte’s eyes.

Charlotte reached her hand a little closer to the panic button, trying not to make her action obvious.

“Charlotte, put your hands on the desk.”

She gulped in response, her eyes widened.

“I know the panic buttons there. After all, I did put it there.”

She lifted her arms up and slowly placed them on the desk in front of her.

The man in front of her pulled something from the black briefcase.

Charlotte couldn’t see what it was. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her breaths came at a fast pace as she began to panic.

What should she do? Who was this man?