Renee’s POV
I don’t remember much of what happens next. Whatever was in my drink is really kicking in. The already dark room seems to be getting dimmer. My breath is becoming more constricted. Is something on my throat? I try to breathe; I forget how to breathe.
Suddenly I suck in a rush of air. Whatever weight was on me is instantly lifted off. That’s when I hear a loud bang and I force my head to loll to the side in the direction of the noise. Is that Eric on the floor?
Something grabs my legs.
I’m being lifted into the air, it’s like my whole body is floating up to the sky.
“I’m so sorry, Eric,” a woman’s voice says. It’s vaguely familiar and I try to recall the face. A fuzzy image comes to mind. It’s the client who supposedly liked my design.
“I will terminate the contract.” Eri
