"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

about the intrusion, she huffed, "Mr. Lowe, is there anything you need in the

at Peter,

called you like ten

were always crude, and with Drake having fired his gun, Debra should

"Take a good look around. The place is tiny. Where exactly do

face flushed with embarrassment. "You could've

Why should I

"You..." Peter spluttered.

"Enough!" Drake barked.

"I don't like it when people push me. One more

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clear that I'm not one of your women. I

might as

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