We headed to the Tower. I wanted to call the Police but Lucas said no. For all we know, it could've been nothing. Shawn, Dayo and 3 others on our Security Team accompanied us. I was so scared. Sherman decided to stay back. Im guessing Lucas didn't pay him enough to risk his life. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to not call for more back up.

"When we get there, stay in the car." Lucas was sitting in the back seat with me.
"Are you insane?! You are NOT going in there without the Police and I'm not staying in the car. What is if he's inside or outside watching?"
He grabs my hand and kisses it.
"We have all the security we need. And he's not stupid enough to hang out and get caught."
I rolled my eyes and look out the Window. Was he really walking into that Building blindly?

As soon as Lucas, Shawn, and Dayo disappear into the Tower, I start looking around. I don't think Sam would be stupid enough to just be standing out in the corner, but I was so scared. And I wasn't going to sit in the car and wait for something to happen to my Husband. Was I really left in the car with one bodyguard? The other two were in the SUV behind us. I decided I couldn't sit by and do nothing. I unlock the door slowly. As soon as the guard turns his head toward the street, I open the door, climb out, and run into the Building. I didn't bother to check to see if they were on my tail, I just ran like my life depended on it. Once I enter the Building, the Guard in the Reception Desk saw me running and yelled for me to stop.
"Please, help! Those men outside are trying to kidnap me."
It was the only thing I could think of. The Tower Guard looks from me to my Security team, who were just about to come into the Lobby. I run to the Elevator and hit the button.
Ding!
I was so relieved I didn't have to wait.
The door opens and I get in.
"Close, close, come on!" I yell to myself hitting the Close button repeatedly. The Guards are yelling and coming closer.
It closes!
I lean against the wall and breathe a sigh of relief.

Once I reach the 90th Floor I start panicking. It was so quiet you can hear a pin drop. I then hear talking in the distance.  I round the corner and reach Luke's Office. The window fog tint is up so I can't see what they are doing. I do hear Shawn is on the phone.

"Yeah, no more than a day. You guys need to get here now. No, we haven't touched anything."
I stand in the door way of his Office. Shawn and  Lucas have their backs to me, they are standing near the Desk. Dayo is in front of them and he sees me. It causes Lucas to turn around.
"I told you to stay in the car! Go back downstairs NOW! Wait, where are the Guards?"
I put my head down.
I walk towards him and he motions for me to stop. "Lucas, I just wanted to make sure you were fine. And you know I suck when it comes to-"
I stop. There it was. Our gift. It was the Maid, Giselle, wearing a Wedding dress, sitting in Luke's chair with a gun shot wound to her head.
I scream.

The Police had arrived 10 minutes later. I really didn't get to hear much of anything. Everything was a blur, almost dream-like. I do remember Lucas carrying me to Reception area and sitting me down. But anything after that, was lost to me.

"Mrs. Bower!" The Detective Sergeant was snapping his fingers in front of my face. I looked up at him confused. The whole area was crowded with Police Officers.
"So, did you know the deceased?"
"Shouldn't you be referring all questions to Mr. Bower? She is clearly in no position to speak."
Dayo had been walking towards us. The Detective Sergeant turned around. He opened his mouth and closed it, once he saw how big the man before him was.
"I got his Testimony. I need hers. Especially since she ran in here claiming someone was after her."
Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I had never seen a dead body. Giselle, was never my favorite person, but the only thing I wanted was for her firing, not her Death.

"It's okay, Dayo. She worked for us." I wipe my face with the sleeve of shirt.
"When was the last time you saw her?" The Detective pulls out a pad and pen from his breast pocket.
"Uh, a week and a half ago. I had fired her for stealing."
His eye brow went up.
"She was stealing?"
"Yes, I have footage of her in my closet."
"Where were you yesterday and today?"
I looked at him. Was he insinuating that I had something to do with her death?
"Getting married."
He continues writing and puts his pad and pen back in his pocket.
"Alright, that's it for now. We'll be in touch."
He looks back at Dayo. Dayo looks at him and gruffs.

Lucas comes up to me and kneels down. He had a look of sadness written all over his face. He kissed my hand and moved a strand of hair from my face.
"Are you okay?"
I look at him. Why would he ask me such a thing? Of course I wasn't. I was scared. Even going home wouldn't feel safe. Nowhere felt safe. All I wanted to do was shrink in size and curl into a ball, where no one could find me, get to me. Where no one could harm me.

Lucas's Point-of-View

I felt horrible. She just sat there and let the tears flow down her eyes. There really wasn't escaping this nightmare. Sam was destroying us.
"Let's go home."
We stand and make our way downstairs.

We get home in silence. Jasmen didn't say much of anything. I went to help her out of the car. She moved my hand aside and walked ahead of me. I started getting annoyed. Why was she being so mean towards me?

I walk into the house and she's walking up the staircase.
"Say something to me!"
She stops and turns around.
"What!!? That I told you not to go. Then you make me go with you?"
"I told you to stay in car! You never listen! If you would have stayed in the car you wouldn't have seen that!" I yell back.
She looks at me like I've just insulted her and takes a step towards me.
"He is killing people, left and right. Did you think I'd just sit there and let something happen to you? And on top of that, I was a sitting duck. You left me with those three morons, who I wouldn't trust to watch a puppy! I am scared, Lucas! He is making our lives miserable and he's never going to stop. Did we really have to walk into that? He could've been waiting there with a gun. This isn't about me not listening to you. This is all your fault! And you know this! And to think, all this because you couldn't-"
She stops and swallows. Tears start running down her cheeks again.
"Say it!" I say through gritted teeth. "All of this because I-"
"That's not fair Luke."
"No, go ahead! Because I couldn't keep my dick in my pants? Don't you think I know this already? I broke my best friend, beyond repair, and now he's destroying everything I've worked hard for. Everything I love. Do you know what will happen to me if something where to happen to you? Any idea? This isn't easy for me. I dragged you into this mess. Sometimes I wish I-"
"You wish what?"
"Nothing."
If I had finished my sentence, I would've broken her heart. And she was right. This wasn't her fault at all. I should've called the Police like she told me. I put my hands in my pockets and walk into my Office.
"Did you realize how crazy Sam is? Or seeing your dead Maid's body confirm it to you?"
I stopped in my tracks. What was she talking about?
"What are you going on-"
"No!" she shouts as she makes her way down the stairs, towards me. "Did you think he was just out to scare you and take what he thought was his?
Of course not.
"Did you know he killed Elizabeth himself? Staged it to make it look like a suicide?"
I grabbed her by her arm and pull her towards me.
"What are you talking about?"
She yanked her arm from my grip.
"Exactly what I just said." She left me alone with to my thoughts.
I just stand there with my mouth opened. All this time I thought she ended her own life because of me and it was Sam. He killed her.

I don't even bother turning on the light. I pour myself scotch and sit at my desk. Everything I worked hard for was slipping through my fingers. That sick bastard was somewhere out there laughing, planning. I wish I knew how to find him. Draw him out. End this once and for all, but I wouldn't know where to start. My wife didn't deserve this. She deserved a Sam-less World. I hold my glass up to my face and drink the entire thing in one gulp.
"Sometimes," I whisper. "I wish I didn't give you the job. I should've let you walk out my life, the minute you walked in."

Jasmen's Point-of-View

I walk into the Bedroom. Tears were still rolling down my cheeks. What had Lucas meant by 'sometimes he wishes?' I think I knew the answer, and if that were true, he was being unfair. This whole nightmare started because he slept with his Best Friend's Girlfriend. Adding insult to injury, she begged Lucas to stay with her. He said no and she threatened to kill herself . Of course I didn't believe Lucas thought for one minute she would do it. And she didn't, Sam had done it. His past led to these horrific chains of events and it was now threatening our future.

I tossed and turned all night. It was pitch black in the Bedroom. No noises coming from the Halls. Everyone had to be asleep, or maybe they were hiding out because of the argument Lucas
and I had. I bet my life life the entire House heard our argument. Looking over at the Alarm clock, it said 4am. Had I really stayed up all night? We got in last night around 8 pm and I had come straight to Bed. I really did lose track of time.

I suddenly hear footsteps approaching the room, it was probably Lucas and I didn't feel like talking to him so I shut my eyes. The person stops in front of the door and opens its carefully, peeking in. It was Lucas.

He comes in and closes the door, careful not to make any noises.
"Jasmen..." he whispers.
I try not to move. He comes up to my side and kneels  on the floor.
"Wake up, please. We have to talk."
I pretend to stir and turn on my the Lamp from my Bedside table.
"What?" I sit up.
Lucas takes a deep breath. I can tell he hasn't slept and looks awful. He sits on the bed next to me and runs his hand through my hair and touches my face. He holds my face and runs his thumb on my lips. I look at him confused. There was something about his face. He was being loving but not in the usual way. It was like he was searching for something. Trying to hold onto something. He drops his hand.
"I want a divorce and I need you out of the House." He turns, gets up, and walks out of the room.

His words cut like a knife. What's worst, he left me there sitting. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. Did I hear that right? He wants a divorce? Why? Because I didn't listen to him? I didn't stay in the car? No. I wouldn't be able to breath without him and I couldn't accept this. There was more to this. I was the love of his life, he was mine. Was he drunk or something?

I walk out the Bedroom looking for him. This was not the end of our conversation. I was not divorcing my husband of two days. What was he thinking? I check his Office, Kitchen, Glass Room, everywhere and he wasn't there. I open the Front Door and see a Guard standing there. I remember he was one of the idiots I ran from yesterday.
"Hey, have you seen Lucas?"
He turns around. 
"Yes, he just left Mrs. Bower."
What?
"Do you know where?"
"No ma'am."

I shut the Front Door. Where would he go? I run to his Office and dial his Cell number using the House Phone. It went straight to voicemail. I dial again. Straight to voicemail. What was he playing at? He NEVER powered his phone off. After calling him 10 times in a row, I decided I'd wait for him to come home. He would have to face me eventually. I was never giving him that divorce. Never.

I spent the rest of the Morning in the Living Room waiting for Lucas. My hair was a mess and my body was sore. Closing my eyes wasn't an option. The moment he walked into the house, I would see him and we would talk. No way would I leave him. He was my Husband, and I his Wife.

Right when I go to stretch, I see Lucas walkaing into the House. I look over at the Clock. 8 am. Shawn was right behind him.
I walk into the Foyer.
"Shawn, please wait outside." I say. Lucas had just walked into his Office and I follow him in. I don't bother waiting for Shawn's response.
Once I enter the Office, I shut the door.

"What are you playing at!?"
He turns around facing me and doesn't say a word.
"Hello? Cat got your tongue? And why did you leave me last night after saying what you said? Don't you think that warranted an explanation?"
He was facing the window and didn't bother to turn around.
"No, it did not. I meant what I said. I want a divorce and I need, no I WANT you to leave."
My mouth goes dry. Why was he being so cold to me?
"I'm not going anywhere. My place is with you. You know this. Please! What did I do to you?"
Lucas turns around and walk towards his desk. He sits on his chair and looks out the Window.
"Did you hear me?" I go and stand in front of his desk and slam my hands on it. "I'm your Wife! I'm not leaving you! Nothing you say or do will make me walk away from you."
Tears start to swell in his eyes. He then pulls out his phone from his pocket and makes a call. He puts it on Speakerphone and places it on the desk, looking away. It rings a couple of times and then I hear a familiar voice pick up.
"Hey Baby, did you forget something?"
My heart falls into my stomach. It was his ex, Susan.