Fiona's ears were ringing as if they had been slapped. With it came a startling panic attack she didn't know could exist in her body.
However, seeing the bored expressions on the faces of the four males in front of her was enough to kill the panic rising within her. They wouldn't buy into her shaking and falling on the ground now, even if it was real.
She inhaled deeply, fixing her stare on Ewan, who was also staring at her intently as if expecting something from her.
An angry outburst? Another roleplay? Fiona wasn't sure, but she was certain that if she had known this was going to happen, she would have actually bothered to escape when the shootout had commenced earlier today.
She would have fought tooth and nail with the security detail to escape this hell she had fallen into.
What could she do now? What could she say when Ewan had beaten her at her own game?
