The interior of the Mercedes suddenly felt like a pressurized chamber. I started to hyperventilate, the realization of the drugged water clawing at my throat. My hands shook so violently I had to sit on them, trying to ground myself as the car glided through the mid-morning traffic.
Vance’s eyes shifted in the rearview mirror, catching the frantic rise and fall of my chest. "Sarah?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a sudden, sharp concern. "What happened back there? You’re shaking."
I let out a broken, jagged breath. "He drugged me... Vance, he drugged me again. I’m so stupid. I’m so incredibly stupid."
The tears came then, hot and thick, blurring the city lights outside. Vance didn't look like a stoic employee anymore; there was a grim, dark recognition in his expression.
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