Yvonne noticed their discarded handbags, clutch purses and phones had been stacked on one of the tables. XXX “It’s the press! Alice Decker followed suit. Yvonne turned on them. Others had sunk to the floor, it was a sea of poop streaked limbs and despairing women. Janice half yelled in fright and ran to get her phone. “Yes, Ms Summers,” said Cara, who seemed to be the unofficial leader of the group. Our medical team. NOW!”
Yvonne heard other voices yelling in the corridor outside, one she recognised as Ingrid, screaming in German, “Raus! Yvonne watched the dynamics play out. Flustered, Yvonne grabbed Anne back “Yes I’m sorry, nerves,” she giggled then hiccuped. I am ruined!”
The women screamed and Clara yelled: “The bitch double crossed us!”
At that moment Yvonne’s phone pinged.
