Not your typical baby mama

Dylan knew part of the reason he was asked to go back to the hotel, so he sent her the hotel's WiFi IP address before she asked. As he walked back to the hotel, he could hear the frantic typing on his boss's end.

​ "Who are these people?"

Although Amy heard him, her mind was occupied with finding an answer to why they would suddenly attack her assistant. When they resumed their activities, they stopped looking for her because they were keeping her at bay. This she knew very well. But why? Why go after her own when she didn't-

"It can't be", she muttered under her breath but Dylan picked up on it.

"Boss? What's going on?"

Again, the response he got was her typing noise. Just like credit card transactions give away the location of where the transaction was made, for instance which shop an item was purchased using the card, so do ATM transactions as they indicate which ATM was used. So she tweaked the system a bit and locked down on one ATM back in the city she frequently used, to be the trigger location while masking her actual location whenever and wherever she uses an ATM.

Sure enough, there were goons eyeing the ATM back in the city on the day she had used one back in West Village. She cautiously looked up around the library and no one was paying attention to her. She looked back down to her laptop that was shielded by her high desk and took headshots of the men in the CCTV footage to analyze later.

"I'm in the hotel lobby. You'll soon see three guys entering, one in a white shirt and black trousers, another in all black, and the other wearing blue beach shirt and khaki shorts", Dylan reported.

"I see them."

She had to give it up to Dylan for acting like he was unfazed by the danger. The men seemed to be minding their business but they kept their eyes on Dylan. She remotely controlled the hotel cameras to zoom in on the men's faces and take headshots as she started to explain the situation to Dylan.

"I took a job a few days after you left and discovered some things that they didn't want me to. They came after me, I escaped, and now they're after you to get to me."

"But how did they discover my real identity as your assistant let alone yours when you and I have always been low-key?"

That's another thing Amy could not figure out. Should anyone try to dig up her information, her system alerts her, same way she knew Zachery's men had been looking into her before she blocked them out and simply sent him Parton's info. Oddly enough, her system never alerted her of any breach but somehow they knew her real identity as Amy Harper. But seeing as they could do that, finding Dylan must have been a piece of cake for them. Going after him was a way to lure her out, she realized this but, she couldn't let anything happen to him.

"Dylan, let's focus on getting you home", she willed herself to calm down.

"Home? You mean I'm going back to New York?"

"Looking at the distance between you and those three, you have at least 90 seconds to go to your room, get your things and leave. I'll be keeping an eye out for you. But you shouldn't try any tricks that can draw their attention to you. Keep acting like you don't know they're onto you and leave quietly".

Besides his rapid heart beat, he heard her go quiet for a few seconds. It felt like she was about to pronounce his death judgement.

She spoke again but this time, her tone was cold, "Since these people want you back in NYC, then that's where you'll go."

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