After a short while, the Dawson family's driver arrived.
Spotting Farrell instead of the usual driver, Freya asked, "Isn't it Eaton's shift today?"
"Eaton's under the weather, so I'm covering for him," Farrell replied with a smile, then asked, "Ms. Dawson, ready to head home now?"
"Yeah."
"Let's roll," Freya said, settling into her seat.
"Okay." Farrell drove off. Feeling a bit weary, Freya leaned against the car window.
With the air conditioning on, the car was a sealed space. Soon, Freya felt claustrophobic and said, "Farrell, could you crack a window? I'm feeling dizzy."
"Ms. Dawson, we'll be there shortly. Please hang in there," Farrell replied.
But Freya's nausea only worsened, and when she tried to roll down the window, she realized it was locked.
And mysteriously, Farrell, who was driving, was wearing a mask.
Something was off. Was this... drugging?
"Ms. Dawson, I'm just following orders. I'm sorry..."
Before passing out, Freya could barely make out Farrell's voice fading in and out.
Meanwhile, at Eclipse Lounge.
"Really? Fantastic! Bring her to the hotel and keep it hush-hush!" Hanley punched the air in excitement as he spoke on the phone.
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