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Gigi Darcy couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched.
As she strolled down the mostly empty San Francisco street, stylish in her dress and heels, she clutched her bag to her body uneasily. She was used to receiving attention, of course - one could not be the heiress to a digital media empire without garnering attention - but there was something about the gray of the sky that day and the reverberating sound of her heels clacking against the concrete that made her hair stand on end.
Somewhere in the distance behind her, a car alarm sounded suddenly, and Gigi whirled around backwards, heart pounding. She saw someone lean out of their second story apartment window to turn it off.
Gigi picked up her pace, a little clumsy on her heels. She didn’t slow down until she’d reached her own apartment and deadbolted the door.
The next day, she had a great day at work. The sun was shining, and she was all smiles.
Therefore, she didn’t notice the man in a leather jacket until it was too late.
She had been walking to her car in the Pemberley Digital parking garage, humming a tune to herself, when a large pair of arms wrapped themselves around her, a gloved hand covering her mouth. She would later recall the strong smell of his jacket and gloves, repulsed.
She almost got away. A couple of well-placed footstrikes and an elbow to his solar plexus got her free, and she shoved him into the SUV next to them for good measure - Gigi Darcy did not give up without a fight. But she could do nothing to defend herself against the new set of arms that restrained her and the chloroform-soaked rag that covered her face.
She had time for one flash of recognition as she looked her new attacker in the eyes, before slipping into darkness.