It was seven in the morning and it was time to clean the hotel rooms. Reina took a very deep breath, calming her heart that raced so fast it could win a contest. But wait, why is she this nervous? Is it even nervousness or a hunch?
“Someone will die.” She recalled Ryther’s warning and felt fear crept into her mind. But she shook her head.
“NO. The person who will be doomed tonight is Vander, not me.” She whispered to herself. “I can do this.” She felt her chest and stomach. “Ryther and Mr. A are on standby.” She reminded herself then looked at the nearest surveillance camera and finally, Reina rang the buzzer. No one responded. “Huh?” Reina rang it again but still, no one responded so she knocked three times.
“S-Sir? Ehem.” She cleared her throat, forcing her voice to change. “Sir?” Re
