Mistaken Identity

Chapter 1 The Meeting

I could feel someone's eyes on me as I walk on Fifth Avenue. It was weird, every time I look around I saw a man with shades on his face. He was wearing jeans and a plaid T-shirt. Each time I turned around he had a newspaper in his hands. I know he was following me and it was making me upset.

I hate people staring at me and I hate unwanted attention.

Why would someone even want to follow me?

I am just an assistant secretary, nothing big.

I walk a few more steps and then look over my shoulder to see if he was still behind me and he was. Goddammit! Why can't he leave me alone? I don't know if I should be worried or irritated that a stranger was following closely behind me in shades. That's how most murders start on TV but this wasn't TV, this is real life. New York city is a very big place. I don't really know if he's following me. Maybe he was just going in the same direction but why were a sunglass and have a newspaper.

I start  thinking about it. Each moment he was reading a newspaper but he wasn't moving, he stops each time I stop. He is definitely following me.

I turned on my heel and walked straight up to him, stopping in front of him. I snatched the newspaper he was pretending to read right out of his hand. He seems surprised at my action but I knew he was following me, no doubt.

"Why are you following me?" He opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off by raising my hands. "Don't give me crap, I know you're following me. What do you want?" I demand as I look at him in eye or shades since his eyes weren't visible. I wish I could look in his eyes to see his reaction. The eye is the window of all things and this man window wasn't open. I look up and down at him trying to make out his body posture.

He is tall, probably 6'2, well-shaved, his cheeks browns were wonderfully shaped. His lips were slightly pink. His dark hair swept across his forehead. He has a mysterious look about him.

"People always say looks are everything, but I guess looks can be deceiving," my stalker said. I had the need to slap him in the head. How dare he insult me! He doesn't know anything about me. 

at the mysterious man in front

Who is he?

his he following

out anyways. The fewer persons in my life the

know you and I don't want to. So do me a favor and stop stalking me, before I call the cops." I don't know if I'd go far as calling the

laugh at what I said. I guess my words didn't affect him. "Calling the police won't help you in this decision. The police will be on

at him with my

law. "Look, you must have me mistaken with someone else. I've never done anything illegal before." I lied. In teen years, I did a lot of things

something more than

done that worse than doing something illegally?" I queried. I don't remember doing

You know what

journey to the train station, which was my original goal. I am not going to let him

me. His words grabbed my attention immediately. I sprung around to look at

somewhere else for your mistress," I shout back. With that said, I enter the train

why he

She is rich, I'm poor. Yes, we are

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