The Rescue

Chapter 83

BIANCA’S POV

“Richard?...Richard?...”

I couldn’t hear him anymore. I lowered my phone from my ear to see that our call had ended abruptly. He said he was on his way. I didn’t know if he was serious or not, but he was my only hope right now. I didn’t have any other option.

I kept trying to control my breathing as I switched off my phone and put it back into my purse. The elevator kept descending for some time till it reached the ground floor. Then it dinged and slid open.

Wiping the mix of sweat and tears on my face, I stared outside at the revolving doors just a few feet away from me and also glanced in the direction of the receptionist's desk, hoping to see that oblivious receptionist. Maybe I could go report what Bernard was trying to do to me to her and she would alert the hotel’s security, but I wasn’t even sure the hotel had security. I didn’t see any security men or women around.

To my greater surprise and fear, she wasn’t there. She must have gone out or perhaps