Indeed, someone was hiding behind an old car by the elevator.
It was a man, dressed in a Claire Attire security guard uniform, his back to Amanda Jenkins.
"Who are you?" Amanda Jenkins scrutinized the figure of the person intently.
The person didn't answer, seemingly afraid of Amanda Jenkins seeing his face.
"Speak up, who are you really? Why are you sneaking around after me?" Amanda Jenkins pressed on.
"I'm not following you. I'm a security guard, on patrol downstairs," the man finally spoke, his voice sounding odd, as if he was deliberately speaking in a pinched tone.
Amanda Jenkins furrowed her brows, taking a careful look at the security guard, feeling something familiar about him.
She walked towards him, but the security guard suddenly started to run.
"Stop right there!"
Amanda Jenkins strode forward and grabbed the security guard's arm, finally getting a clear look at his face.
"Brother Howard!" Amanda Jenkins's eyes widened, "What are you doing here?"