The Amazing Marcus Puth

Ninety Four.

"Well, I think it's time for me to go," Johnson said, smiling, but before he could take a step, Katherine swiftly pulled out her gun and pressed it against his head. "If you move, I will pull the trigger," she warned, her grip on the weapon tight.

Johnson's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell is going on? Who are you?" he asked, but

Katherine cut him off with a scoff. "You only speak when I ask you to speak," she said in a cold tone.

Johnson cursed himself for underestimating Katherine, blinded by her beauty. He slowly turned around, hands raised, and tried to defuse the situation.

"Put the gun down, let's talk," he said, but Katherine's response was fierce.

"You think I'm joking, right? You think I'm joking?" she yelled, her voice rising, the gun still pressed against his head, her finger trembling on the trigger.

"Fine," Johnson said, raising his hands in surrender.

"Move," Katherine ordered, and he began to walk, his eyes scanning the surroundings for an escape route. He neede