Threats

"Flora, please let me go. I don't want any problems with you. Just let me go," Rowan pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

"Not so fast. Maybe your response will determine whether I let you go or not. Besides, we're at a dead end here. I doubt you know your way back into the company. The elevator won't take you back, and the outside buttons aren't working. You can only use it to come here, not the other way around," Flora stated, a sinister smile playing on her lips as she enjoyed the fear reflected in Rowan's eyes.

Rowan couldn't believe what Flora was saying. She rushed to the door, frantically pressing the button, only to find it unresponsive. Panicking, she attempted to call David, not caring about anything else at that moment. But as she reached for her phone, it abruptly switched off.

"I guess luck is on my side," Flora taunted as she approached Rowan, witnessing the frustration in her futile attempts.

"Flora, let me go. James won't take it easy if anything happens to me,"