Check out the card

Her knees shook ever-so-slightly as she walked out the door of her former office building. The world was a little more dull. More gray. Cassie wasn't sure what to do.

She could feel a well of panic starting to build in the pit of her stomach, and settled down on a nearby bench. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down; it came out ragged. The fear at so suddenly being launched into her current predicament was already getting to her.

Wrapping her arms around herself in a self-hug for comfort, she slumped down a bit on the bench and tried to think. The faint edge of something against her arm was distracting, but she tried to ignore it.

Think. Think. Think. ...what could that damned thing be?

Cassie glanced down to see the edge of the card Josh had slipped her before leaving. She hadn't actually checked it yet, so she pulled it out to read it.

"Andrew Cassington
Photographer
Always looking for new talent"

A phone number was on the back. Why had Josh given her this, of all things?