"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.

found Debra standing by the sink, drying

she huffed, "Mr. Lowe, is there anything you

back at Peter, who

called you like

Drake having fired his gun, Debra should have

Where exactly do you think I could

with

Why should I respond to

"You..." Peter spluttered.

"Enough!" Drake barked.

rough. "I don't like it when people push me. One more stunt, and I'll throw you overboard to feed the

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worry, I'm not that foolish. Just be clear that I'm not one of your women.

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