Broken By A CEO

Chapter 3

Rose POV

That night, I had a walk for a bit around the area before going to a local hotel that wasn't owned by Mr Brooke.

"Hello, how may I assist you?" She smiled genuinely like she enjoyed her job. You don't see many of those kind of people anymore. Just the fake type. She was wearing all blacks. I think it's a clothing requirement of some sort.

"Hi, I was wondering if there is any rooms available for tonight and tomorrow night." She looked through the computer. She then looked up and smiled.

I'm guessing she found something. I'm glad to be honest. I don't want to be walking around here looking for a hotel that's not owned by that pathetic excuse of a man. It's just ridiculous that he treats people like that. You do not shout at people at all. Someone should honestly give him a lesson on manners and respect. He needs it.

"Ah yes we have the Valentino floor, room seven. That will be thirty pounds please." I handed over the cash since I always had fifty pound back up in case anything happened. She then gave me the key to the room. She was nice and offered a wake up room service. I agreed for nine in the morning.

"The room is on the second floor. Hope you enjoy your stay." I nodded and headed towards the room. I walked into the elevator and noticed how empty it was. Maybe it's running out of customers.

There was no one at the lobby or in the elevator and it was six in the evening. This is a pretty big hotel as well. You would think someone else would be in here.

"Bang!" The elevator stopped moving. Oh no! I'm stuck in here. I'm claustrophobic. I was panicking. My breaths became uneven and my heart was beating too fast for my liking. I was sweating so much that soon enough, I might just drown in my own sweat. I press the emergency call button. Then sat on the floor while speaking to them.

"Hello" they asked. They didn't sound concerned at all. That's surprising.

"I'm stuck in the elevator. Help me." I rushed out urgently from my mouth. I was in a panicking state. I didn't know what to do. I put my head in my arms which were hugging my knees.

"We will help you as soon as we......" Their voices were interrupted by a man's a voice.

"Don't worry we will get you out now. I've already contacted the elevator team and they'll arrive within the next ten minutes." I sighed in relief but I was still scared. I can't bear being in a room for too long especially a small one like this that could probably only fit five people and that would be hard since it's so cramped.

"T-thank y-you" I stuttered in fear.

"Miss are you okay? Stay with me and I will talk through it, okay? This must be a very scary position. Right so tell me what your name is?" He says calmly and I realised that he's trying to help me.

"Rosetta Greene." I replied slowly and tried to take deep breaths. It didn't really work though.

"Right miss Greene. My name is Derrick Daniels, the manager of this hotel. Did you know my name has been run through the family for eight years? Eight generations of Daniels have a Derrick Daniels." I laugh slightly. He was trying to cheer me up and I must say it wasn't really working. I was still scared. I felt uncomfortable with being here and wanted out.

"Your scared, I get it. Trust me, I'm here for you. Your going to be fine and I'm going to make sure you get out safely. Okay?" He asked and I mumbled a yes.

"Right so tell me what your doing in this small town, I mean, I never saw you here before." He asks and I look at my hands and they are shaking rather rapidly. It's just the fear because I'm so worried that I might not survive.

"I was just visiting. I needed a break off work because it was getting so exhausting and busy lately." I replied with short breaths in between. Before he could reply, the elevator went down very quickly. What was going to happen? Oh my gosh I'm so scared. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I was crying. I didn't like it at all. I just wanted out.

Then it stopped and I landed on my side. It really hurts but I just really needed to get out of here. I can't bear it anymore.

"Are you okay miss Greene? The elevator specialists are here. We are going to get you out of there." He said softly and I muttered an okay. He sounded concerned so I did mention the pain in my left shoulder after landing on it so harshly.

"When you get out I'll take you to your room and grab the hotels first aider to check you over." He suggested and I agreed. It's really scary thinking that I could have actually died, if I was on the top floor and fell, but luckily I wasn't far.

I stayed on the floor with my head on my knees in the corner of the elevator. I closed my eyes, took slow deep breaths and tried to relax.

"Your doing so well, miss Greene. They are almost there and I'm waiting outside." I didn't reply because I was fixated on calming myself before I hyperventilate and pass out. I kept my left shoulder as still as possible, due to the pain it was inflicting if I moved it.

I never want to go into an elevator ever again. It's too overwhelming considering what I'm going through right now. It's killing me.

My eyes were still closed and I felt myself getting lifted up. Oh no, not again. Wait! I'm not on the floor anymore but in the embrace of two arms.

"Thank you for coming in such short notice, gentlemen. I'm sorry for disrupting your evening. Have a good night." David said and then I knew that David was holding me. It didn't help the tears that ran down my cheek. I was in hysterics. It's all the adrenaline kicking into me.

I was placed on a sofa and he held my hands in front of me.

"Look at me miss Greene, it's okay. Your safe." I slowly opened my eyes to see him kneeling in front of me holding my hands in his.

His hands were twice the size of mine. He had a nice short beard but it suited him unlike some people who look older with beards or moustaches. He has nice hazel eyes and sculpted jaw.

I looked at him with my teary eyes as he wiped them with the pad of his thumb. It must look ridiculous to see a woman cry like this. I feel so embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry for crying like this." I mutter to him and he just looks into my eyes. He shakes his head.

"Don't worry, you were stuck in an elevator. It's my fault since I told my assistant to get the elevator checked out but she forgot. The elevator should have been off boundaries. By the way why were you in an elevator if your claustrophobic? That's what I don't understand." He questions me and I look at the floor.

I don't even know the answer to that. It's always been a thing with me, I'm so lost.

"I don't even know myself. I fear tight spaces but I... I.... I don't know. I guess I was so tired that I didn't want to take the stairs so I just went in there. I should be going." I got up to leave but he held my good hand and pulled me into him. He hugged me tightly. I cried even more.

"No, I'll take you to your room. First I need you checked over since that crash was rather dangerous. I'll grab a first aider." I nodded as he pulled his phone out and called the first aider to the hotel lobby. He sat next to me, stroking my back.

A woman came in with a huge tool box full of medical equipment and treatment. She came up to us and shook Derrick's hand.

"Good evening mr Daniels, how may I help you?" She asks flirtatiously, fluttering her eyelashes and pursing her lips. It's so annoying sometimes, but oh well.

"Well Bianca, this young woman here had a crash in the elevator and I just need you to check her over." He says and the woman sighed in frustration. She didn't want to check over me, she wanted to check over him.

"Yes sir, can you come with me, miss." She says annoyed and I nodded.

She took me to a room near his office and asked me where it hurts. I told her that my left shoulder was hurting so much. She tried to move it but I screamed in pain, which ended up resulting in Derrick rushing in.

"STOP YOUR HURTING ME!!!!" I yelled.

"Oh shut up your pathetic girl. You don't deserve his care, what have you done for him? Huh?" She looked at me in anger as if she was going to rip my head off, soon enough.

He looked so angry and I could tell that he was about to burst. Bianca didn't notice Derrick and continued to move my arm to a point of feeling tears trickle down my face. I look up at him in a pleading expression.

"I'll treat you the way you should. I'll hurt you more than you've ever been hurt before. Luckily I had this room soundproofed." She stated proudly. Wait, how did Derrick hear it, unless........

"Miss Hanson, I believe that the permission for sound proof walls was denied due to legal reasons. I did not believe that you were capable of this. To make someone else suffer because of your own jealously is appalling and I will not stand for it anymore. I want someone who will benefit my company, not damage it even more. So by the evidence I just saw and the cctv footage recorded. You are fired. Please pack your bags and things. I want you gone by eleven this evening." He scowled at her as she left.

She scurried away like a mouse hiding from a cat. Looked so fearful and scared. At least he didn't just throw her out by security. That would have been harsh.

But funny.

Crap, my sarcasm coming back at the wrong time.

He looked at me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I winced. He noticed and removed his hand.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry." He rushed over to the phone quickly and called a paramedic. He then applied a heat pad to my shoulder to relax the muscles a bit. Then he asked me to lie on the sofa to reduce strain on the shoulder since he's researching it on his phone.

At least he cares, right? One thing still lingers on my mind, the think that Bianca said.

'You don't deserve his care.' She's right, I don't but I appreciate it. It's so nice to have someone there to help me.

The paramedic arrives. She cautiously looks at the wounded arm and then notices the heat pack.

"This is very helpful since it reduces the pain so well done on that. I'm going to have to recommend going to the hospital to get it checked over but other than that it doesn't seem life threatening." We both nod before the paramedic leaves.

I'm kind of scared, what happens if it is broken? Or worse. Maybe it's so bad that they have to amputate my......

I shiver, no you can't think like that. It's all going to be okay. You'll be fine. Come on you can do it. You'll be fine.

I tried to calm myself down with these words but didn't help my breathing very well. In fact, I believe it made it worse. I don't like it one bit. It made me slightly jumpy especially when he stroked my good shoulder calmly. Why did this have to happen to me today?