Chapter 32

Amber Pov

My body is getting weak and I'm still sweating profusely while leaning against the elevator door and facing Grandpa Fidel. It is not fear that can be seen on his face but concern. I know that he is still thinking about what might have been the result of the poll and that he is sure that he will not reach the meeting on time or worst he can't be able to attend the meeting. He was more concerned about the position Phil might lose than his own safety.

"Relax yourself, Amber. I'm sure someone is already working on a way to open the elevator doors," Grandpa encouraged me when he saw my seemingly hopeless face. I am supposed to be the one who will be telling him that words but here he is, encouraging me and giving me hope. If Aunt Aloha and Karen will know this they will surely scold me from head to foot.

"Grandpa, I'm having trouble breathing," I honestly told him as I held one hand across my chest. My vision is gradually getting darker. My plan to endure and hide my fear didn'