Fatal Alliances

The polished facade of the Empire Heights hotel gleamed under the afternoon sun, a monument to ambition and luxury. Juliet Greene, clutching a stack of guideline books, felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with nervousness.
This was it. Her chance. Her dream. To work in this very building, the last place she'd seen her parents.
Lost in thought, she bumped into someone, sending papers scattering. A polite young man with soft blond hair helped her collect them, his kind words a small comfort in her flustered state.
Later, walking through the park, the weight of the unexpected, illicit folders in her hand felt heavier than the books. A chilling sense of being watched crept over her. The park, usually a place of peace, now felt menacing. Then, a hand clamped over her mouth, and the world tilted into terror as masked figures emerged from the shadows, demanding the folders.
