"Where is she?"

Drake scanned the surroundings, noting that there was nowhere to escape.

Peter replied, "She's still in there. It's been five minutes, and she hasn't come out yet."

"Check," Drake ordered.

"Yes, sir." Peter banged on the restroom door, his voice harsh. "Open the door."

There was no response.

"Mr. Lowe is here, and there is no escape. Open the damn door!" Peter's voice grew increasingly agitated, but there was still no response from inside.

He looked back at Drake, confused. "Could it be that she passed out again?"

Drake wasn't a man known for patience. With a swift motion, he pulled a gun from his waist and fired at the lock. The door splintered with a loud crack, and he kicked it open. "Move," he barked.

standing by the sink, drying her hands

"Mr. Lowe, is

at Peter, who shifted

barked at Debra, "I called you like ten times. Are

methods with women were always crude, and with Drake having fired his

Where exactly do you think

flushed with

an animal. Why should

"You..." Peter spluttered.

"Enough!" Drake barked.

grip cold and rough. "I don't like it when people push me. One

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be clear that I'm not one

as

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