She turned back, facing the elevator again, and stared at the control panel for quite a while.
However, the numbers on the control panel did not change at all, and eventually even the descending indicator disappeared.
The elevator was firmly stopped on the fifteenth floor and did not move again.
Filled with confusion, an unreliable guess solidified in her mind.
Standing in place, she gazed thoughtfully at the elevator control panel for a long time, eventually lowering her head to look at the pair of shiny silver cufflinks in her hand, raised an eyebrow, then turned around and went back to her room.
Exhausted from the day, Arabella quickly fell into a deep sleep after washing up.
A good night's sleep ensued.
Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door.
Joel stood at the doorstep, thinking that Arabella would not open the door so quickly, and looked down to straighten his meticulous shirt.
However, to his surprise, the door in front of him opened promptly.
