Part 306

It was dark and getting anyone at this time was hard.

The street was dark and deserted, the only sound being the distant hum of a city that never slept.

Lisa knew she had to find a way to get help, but she had no phone and no idea where the nearest payphone was.

She started to run, her feet pounding the pavement as she desperately searched for someone to assist her.

She spotted a convenience store a block away, its neon lights a beacon of hope in the darkness.

Lisa burst into the convenience store, out of breath and frantic. The clerk, a bored-looking young man, looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, can I help you?" he asked, his tone neutral.

Lisa rushed over to the counter, her eyes scanning the area for a phone. "I need to call 911," she said, her voice shaking. "My boss has been attacked. He's unconscious."

The clerk's expression changed from boredom to concern. "Okay, okay. Let me call for you," he said, picking up the phone and dialing 911.

As they waited for the police to arrive, Lisa paced back and forth in front of the counter, her mind racing with thoughts.

She still couldn't believe that he did it for her.