My Wife, Natasha
The days went by and the news of the bizarre death of another Shareholder of The Wallace Group spread all over the city and beyond attracting the attention of many external people.
The employees of The Wallace Group were fearful no matter what branch they worked for. Those who knew nothing were also fearful for their dear lives. The constant deaths of their colleagues and heads had them looking over their shoulders and even afraid of their shadows. The mysterious ways they died made them scared and wondering who it was possible and which of them would be next.
The one that shocked them the most was the death that had just happened. How was a man buried alive in his bedroom by a sandstorm? What was even more thinking was the fact that his wife was in the bathroom yet nothing happened to her, not even a single stand if her hair was missing. If the cops had not vouched for her, she would have been accused of murdering her husband.