The Dark Side of The Family

Emily Wilson stared at her computer screen, her eyes blurring as she tried to make sense of the marketing data in front of her. It was 8:45 PM on a Thursday, and she was still at the office, trying to meet the looming deadline for the Smith account. She had been working non-stop since morning, and her brain was starting to feel like mush.

Just as she was about to call it quits, her phone buzzed on her desk. She groaned, thinking it was probably her boss, Mark, checking in on her progress. But as she glanced at the screen, her heart skipped a beat. The text was from an unknown number, and all it said was:

"Hey, beautiful. Can't stop thinking about you. Want to grab drinks tonight?"

Emily's face flushed as she quickly typed out a response. "Who is this? I think you have the wrong number." She hesitated for a moment before hitting send.

A few minutes passed, and Emily had almost forgotten about the strange text when her phone buzzed again. This time, the response made her laugh out loud.

"Oh, sorry about that! I meant to send that to my friend, Sarah. I'm such an idiot!"