Chapter 203 - Face of Adversity (1/2)
It was eerily silent in the panic room where Olivia stayed after Maxen left to interrogate Lance Go.
She scanned the room and chuckled when the thought of the room being named ”Panic Room” could, indeed, cause one to get panic attacks, what with the absence of a window. To say the room was suffocating could be an understatement.
Suddenly, she felt tiny insects crawl her under her skin as she turned claustrophobic the longer she stayed inside. Stroking both of her arms, she looked around the room one more time and scrunched her nose in dissatisfaction.
With all the time in the world to waste, she scrutinized the space, and she realized it didn't help that the walls were gray. The lack of colours gave the feeling of blandness and coldness sleeping from the walls—as if it could freeze the life out of a person standing close to it.
She then made a mental note to get Ava redecorate the entire penthouse floor before they put it in the market. She had a feeling that although the panic room was a great addition to the space, it needed a little color to liven things up inside the room.
After getting bored looking around, she then watched through the monitor as Shadow and MIB1 dragged Yana back inside after what Olivia could guess as them finding the little lass sprawled and half-conscious on the floor. It was as if by divine intervention that the medical team which Olivia requested earlier arrived in time to give Yana the attention she needed.
Her eyes darted from one monitor to another, watching everyone move in sync as they lifted the little lass and placed her onto the stretcher before they wheeled her out of the apartment. They would probably take her to a nearby hospital for further treatment. She dialed Dr. Aila Zhang's number and informed her of the specifics, leaving her assistant under the doctor's care.
A chirping sound soon echoed in the room. It startled Olivia that she jerked in her seat. She dipped her hand in her purse to grab for a weapon, just in case someone dared infiltrate the panic room.
Olivia was in a dilemma. Should she steal a glance on the monitor to check who was standing on the other side of the door or should she just train her eyes on the door and wait until that person invades her space?
It was obvious that the trauma from her encounter earlier was still in her system, and she had no choice but to steel herself. She thought this was not the perfect time to be weak. Thankfully, relief flooded her face upon seeing Secretary Gail bringing in a tray of food and the stuff she requested from Maxen earlier.
She quickly let go of her purse, dropping it on a thud on the metal desk.
”Good afternoon, President. Glad to see that you're sa-safe,” Secretary Gail's voice cracked as she uttered her greeting.
”Good afternoon to you too,” Olivia let out a breath as she replied. She watched as Secretary Gail slightly bowed her head and straightened her back, walking towards an empty desk to arrange the stuff she brought in for her boss.
Across from Secretary Gail, Olivia swore she saw her secretary's eyes turned glassy for a split second but kept it to herself. She didn't want to probe the lady as her logic told her that her secretary was just exhausted from shouldering most of the work that needed to be done in her company.