Emilia tapped her feet on the floor of the elevator, getting impatient and anxious, as she crumpled up the piece of paper in her hands, balling her fist tightly around it, aggravated and pumped up with anger.
When she had grabbed the key card from the napkin and looked down at the piece of paper, there was only one thing written on top of it and that was ‘Quitter!’.
Emilia could tell right away that the single word wasn’t just something meaningless, it was mocking her.
It was meant to provoke her and it surely did.
And she was just on her way to tell that very person, who had mocked her, that he was in his wrongful mind to do so.
He was definitely provoked but he had stepped on her wrong nerves.
The elevator finally came to a halt on the top most floor of the hotel and Emilia got ins
