As the outside grew quieter, Bella's fear intensified.
She had to leave, she couldn't stay here any longer!
Carefully lifting the cloth covering the sofa, she peered outside cautiously, seemingly finding no one.
Only then did she muster the courage to crawl out from under the sofa, glancing at the half-open door before fleeing blindly.
There weren't many people in the office at night, especially executives, so she pressed the button for the first floor after entering the elevator.
Time passed slowly, as if each floor was an entire century.
Finally, with a ding, the elevator doors opened, revealing a relatively empty first-floor lobby with only a few receptionists.
The dust from under the rarely cleaned sofa combined with her sweat-streaked face left her looking disheveled, like she'd been through an ordeal, causing the receptionists to give her strange looks.
