Chapter 192


    Chapter 192 Help, I’m So Scared


    “Ellie, that was way out of line,” a colleague said.


    “I was just joking. Don’t take it so seriously,” Ellie said.


    “Seriously, who jokes like that?”


    Chloe held onto her colleague’s arm, shaking her head. “Don’t worry about it. Let her say what she


    wants. We’ll just ignore her,” she said.


    After all, Ellie did speak the truth, and there was no way to argue against it.


    Ellie nced at Chloe and walked away.


    The rest of Chloe’s day was a hectic one. She spent the morning organizing business data and


    conducting analysis in preparation for the afternoon meeting. She remained upied until the end of


    the meeting.


    Afterward, Ellie approached with an air of authority and instructed, “Prepare the implementation project


    strategy for me by tomorrow. Make sure to include the cost, timeline, and projected results.”


    Chloe rubbed her stiff neck and questioned, “Aren’t these tasks supposed to be your responsibility? If I


    handle them for you, what will you be doing?”


    ‘Standing around and looking important?‘ she added silently.


    “I’ll evaluate and analyze the proposals youe up with and make any necessary modifications. This


    is an excellent opportunity for you to get promoted, so you should be


    grateful,” Ellie said.


    “Thanks but no thanks. We can divide the tasks equally and work independently,” Chloe responded.


    Ellie’s eyes darted around as an idea formed in her mind. “All right, that works, but you need to


    complete the project


    proposal by tonight. I’lle by in the morning to add the cost and timeline.”


    Chloe agreed. Although the timeframe was tight, the division ofbor seemed fair within eptable


    limits. With a clear goal in mind, she quickly immersed herself in her work


    As the end of the workday approached, she informed Joseph that she would be workingte and he


    need not wait for her. When he asked how long it would take, she provided an estimated time, and the


    conversation came to an end.


    At ten o’clock in the evening, Chloe stretched and closed herputer, ready to leave. However, just


    as she stood up, the lights suddenly went out, plunging the office into darkness. Chloe’s heart raced


    with panic as she struggled to maintainposure while groping for the switch on the wall. She could


    locate it based on her memory, but there was no response whatsoever despite pressing it multiple


    times.


    The security must have cut the power!


    Haphazardly navigating her way through the darkness, she stumbled and collided with cab corners,


    resulting in aching knees and piercing difort. Upon reaching the door, she discovered it was


    locked from the outside. Her heart


    skipped a beat, and she ced herst hope on her cell phone. After a busy day, she had forgotten to


    charge it, and it was now down to a single bar of battery.


    Chloe prayed fervently, urging her phone to hold on for a few more seconds. She found Joseph’s


    phone number and dialed it. It rang once, but before anyone could pick up, it abruptly shut. down. She


    stood frozen, utterly frustrated, and on the verge of


    tears.


    At that moment, a bone–chilling melody permeated the air. The song bore an eerie and haunting


    quality, blending the innocentughter of children with the sorrowful cries of a woman. In the silence of


    the air, it became unbearably grating, sending shivers down her spine. And the song seemed


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    incredibly close as if someone were pressing against the door, singing to her through the narrow gap.


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    Chloe startled herself with such thoughts, and she quickly retreated several steps. Unaware of what


    she bumped into, jumble of items ttered to the floor,nding on her feet and causing her excruciating


    pain. Yet, her fear of the darkness. eclipsed her physical agony.


    Consumed by terror, she rushed back to her workstation, desperately attempting to turn on her


    computer, hoping to seek help through the Inte. But with the power outage, there was no chance of


    getting online.


    The haunting melody persis!!


    outside, causing Chloe to cover her ears and hide in a corner. Her mind became a breeding


    ground for horrifying scenarios, reminiscent of the macabre scenes she had witnessed in horror


    movies.


    “Help me…” she pleaded, her fear tangible and all–consuming.