Her eyes spin to the phones on the table and she doesn't think twice to make hold of it, while Patricia is doing some silent calculation.
When she sees Ms. Gray going to her phone, she runs to stop her.
“What do you want to do?”
“Call the police of course! You mean these phones were here and you didn't think of a solution?!” Ms. Grayson exclaims.
“It's not that easy. What do you think will happen if we call the police. My dad will kill Myla,”
“The police can handle all these. That's their job. Besides, no is going to rescue us. You don't even have a plan.”
“I'm still working on one. I have walked across the floor and I know some passages we could hide, while do some distractions to get out.”
“Are you even listening to yourself? As you said, this is your dad's building. There's no pl
