Nolanâs hunch was spot on. Even before he arrived, his cell buzzed with an urgent call from his buddy.
Regina had indeed checked into the Golden Hotel, just a stoneâs throw from his office.
âCan you find out which floor sheâs on?â
âRoom 414! You better hurry,â came the grave voice from the other line. âI caught a glimpse of her wandering the hallway, looking all out of sorts, like sheâs been drugged or somethingâ¦â
He cut himself off, sensing the weight of the situation on Nolanâs end.
âThanks, I owe you one. Iâll make it up to you after all this is over.â
âHey, what are friends for? The most important thing is sheâs okay. Donât worry, Iâve already alerted the hotel staff. Letâs just hope⦠weâre not too late. Who the hell has the guts to pull this kind of sleazy stunt in my hotelâ¦â
Nolan barely heard the rest. He ended the call, floored the gas pedal, and made a beeline for the hotel.
Thankfully, it wasnât too far off.
Meanwhile, the hotel staff were in full swing, having been alerted to a severe incident in room 414.
Following a dire command from their CEO, they had to respond swiftly.
âWhat the heck is going on?â a staff member panted while sprinting down the corridor. âIâve been here years and never seen a code red like this.â
âBeats me,â another gasped, âbut the boss looked furious. No point guessing now, we need to get there ASAP.â
The thug, clutching the hotel key card, navigated the corridors with a swagger.
The staff around him were frantic, and it dawned on him that something was off. He had pocketed a hefty sum from that woman; he had to finish the job.
After all, a stunning beauty was waiting in that room-a sweet deal for him.
But as he approached 414, he was quickly spotted.
âNo orders yet, the employees murmured among themselves, guarding the door. The thug approaching was a red flag.
âWho are you? Whatâs your business here?â one of them challenged.
The thug straightened up, clearing his throat, âWhat business? The gal sleeping in there is my girlfriend. Hereâs my key card. Canât a guy visit his own room?â
Exchanging glances, the staff recognized the card from their hotel. He was a guest, after all.
Their demeanor softened, âOh, youâre staying with us. Sorry for the intrusion. Thereâs been an incident, and weâre just ensuring everyoneâs safety. Hope youâre not upset.â
The thug flashed a grin, playing the understanding gentleman, âOf course, the hotelâs just looking out for us guests, right? Well, if itâs all good, Iâll head in now.â
Meanwhile, Nolan had stormed into the hotel lobby, battling to keep his emotions in check until he reached the fourth floor. He marched straight to room 414.
âMr. Harris.â
The staff at the door bowed their heads in recognition. Mr. Harris was a close friend of their CEO, a fact well-known among the crew.
But they couldnât fathom why he was here now at the center of the chaos.