I feel like my world has finally crumbling down to its last piece when I hear what Michael has to say through a whisper to my ear that made the words very clear, clear enough that my brain processed it even with just his low voice and a slow way of saying “Man, auntie is in the hospital. She had an heart attack just a moment ago. Chopper is in the roof top waiting for you. The private elevator is in your access Richard said.” That I did not even waste another second before I started running out of this place, towards the elevator which will bring me up to the helipad.
I quickly take the elevator which said to be to my access which really is. I guess I owe Richard this time letting me use the private elevator in this big and famous ten-star hotel in the whole Manhattan making the four elev
