Her hands trembled as she reached out for her phone. Slipping to the side of the building where no one could see her, she let the phone ring impatiently, waiting for an answer. But there was none. Cursing under her breath, she redialed again and waited, only to be met with a disheartening silence. She couldn't afford for Mark not to answer at a time like this. Panic clawed at her chest, and she could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead. It was supposed to be a seamless operation, but now the walls were closing in on her. "Come on, Mark, pick up," she whispered fervently as the call continued to ring. Minutes stretched into an eternity, and every unanswered ring felt like a death knell for her carefully laid plans. She couldn't risk being exposed, not after all she had done. The hotel was her life, and she couldn't afford to lose it all. And if Nadia finds out what she had been up to, there will be no mercy for her. "Come on, Mark, answer!" she muttered through gritted teet
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