Chapter 85
Rebecca realized this had to be a setup, but there was no time to guess who was behind it or what their motives were. Her visa window was closing fast.
Surveying the top–floor room, she concluded that jumping out the window was a non–starter. Instead, she dialed the company numbers saved in her phone, starting with reception.
“Help! I’m locked in the top–floor conference room! Send someone, please!” she shouted when the line connected.
The same receptionist snorted, “Tried to hit on Mr. Bradford and got busted by security? Ha, you had it coming!”
Then the line went dead.
Rebecca also had Aiden’s and Lucas’s numbers–exchanged back when they had first met, despite the bad blood. As expected, neither answered. They’d never been in her corner.
She slumped down, her hands shaking as she fired off an email to cancel her visa slot. Then she picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp.
Her face started itching almost immediately. This wasn’t passion fruit, not by a long shot.
Tentnore minutes ticked by, but Kimberly still hadn’t returned. Worse still, no one else knew she was stuck there.
The building hummed with normal activity until the top–floor smoke alarm blared, setting off a chain of sirens everywhere. “What’s happening?”
People poured out of offices, their voices overlapping in confusion.
“Smoke! Fire!” someone yelled. “Call the fire department! Now!”
Vance heard it too and rushed out, spotting wisps of smoke from the small conference room.
“Fire in the conference room. Good thing no one’s using it today,” a staffer said breathlessly. “The fire department is on the way.”
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