The car slowly stopped at a very huge building, it was the hotel where the meeting was schedule for and also one of biggest and best hotels of the Fords. Logan quickly came out of the car, without hesitation. Layla did not make move of coming out of the car, she sat back pondering whether she still had to wear those painful heels. " Do I really have to wear this, that plan on torturing me". She angrily kick the heels, she let out her frustration, as she slammed her fist to the steering wheels and shouted out letting out her anger without knowing what she has just done.
The sound was so loud giving a continous beep sound, the four security guard who was stationed outside of the hotel nearly jumped out their skin as their eyes was wide open. Logan who still stood there waiting for Layla to be out of the car slowly head to the car and knock on the car window. Layla realizing what she just happened, with the knock on the window, sterling her, she gasped in surprise. "Oh my" she said placing her hands on her chest.
With a quick check, she realize it was Logan, his presence causes anxiety. She swiftly hit the window button to lower it, revealing Mr. Logan's disapproving expression. "Are you not coming in?" he asked as Layla quickly made a show of wearing her heels. "Emmmmm," she stammered, her discomfort was really showing . In response, Logan produced a card, handed it to her, and stated, "Find your way", before walking away.....
After she wore the heels, she brought out the card Mr Logan gave her, it was a card use to have access to a door and it was on the 70 floor "how big is the hotel ", she wondered. She took her bag and finally before getting off the car she breath in and out "I can do this", she gave herself hope and compliment. Then she step out of the car.
Staring at the towering hotel, Layla thoughts of ascending all 70 floors in this heels gave her chill from her spine. In frustration , she caused her boss muttering under her breath, "Logan, you fucking son of a bastard". She hard the car keys to the security, who drove the car away. sh slowly made her way into the hotel . she put on a smile and walk like ah was on te runaway.
Approaching the elevator , she press the button for the elevator doors to open, she impatiently chewed the button of her lip. She stood there long enough but the elevator decided to be stubbornly close, ignoring her. As see looks at the other elevator by the side it reads " temporarily out of use". She turned her head to the seemingly endless staircase, disbelief painted on her face as she quickly rejected the option of taking the stairs.
She slowly slipped out her feet from the heels, relieving herself from the tormenting pain "Thank goodness". As Layla slowly bend down to retrieve her heels, she was startled by a pair of male shoes stopping right in front of the elevator. Focusing on the shoes, she inhaled deeply, letting the man's masculine and alluring fragrance wash over her. "Nice perfume," she whispered under her breath, her tone laden with intrigue. Slowly rising, she felt a wave of embarrassmentat the sight of her bare feet, she struggles folding her feet, holding her heels uncomfortably in hand. Inorder not to show her discomfort, she plastered a smile onto her face, refusing to meet the stranger.
The man's voice, broke the silent with a calming warmth, swept over her like a gentle summer breeze, sending a shiver of delight through Layla's being. "Why wear something you are uncomfortable with?" he asked, his soothing tones washing away her initial discomfort. With a smile gracing her lips, she replied, "I guess what we do in order to survive for a living .", her voice tinged with dry humor. As she continued to face forward, the stranger caught sight of her profile, his gaze lingering on her partially concealed face.
"You could literally put on something your comfortable with, rather than a torture device". Layla could not believe what he just said. " Torture device you say" Layla's laughter filled the empty hallway as the thought of her heels being called torture-device struck her. She turned to face the handsome stranger, the warmth of her smile shining in the dimly lit corridor. Their eyes met, a silent conversation flowing between them as she took in the depth of his gaze, the strength of his nose, and his stoic, yet alluring, demeanor.
Without realizing the door of the elevator open, the young man went in meanwhile Layla stood there staring at him, admiring the beauty "Are you not getting in " he said bringing her back to the real world. "Oh yes" she murmured, revealing her embrassment as she step into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed behind them, Layla reached for the button to ascend to the 70th floor, a quiet "ding" signaling their departure. "Seems we're going to the same floor," the handsome stranger observed, breaking the silence. Flustered and tongue-tied, Layla simply nodded, her eyes darting around the elevator, everywhere but at the man next to her. She just could not help herself but feel nervous, she kept rolling her eyes and hoping the elevator would move faster.
The silence in the elevator was broken only by the sound of the elevator's light fizzling out, and the elevator's halting movement confirmed their worst fears: they were stuck. "Seems we're stuck," the man remarked, his tone carrying an edge of concern. Inside was dark, as he could not hear any word from Layla " hope you are good ". But still no word, he slowly deep his had into his pocket and brought out his phone to put on the touch light, but as he turned to face Layla, he was met with a startling sight—Layla on her knees, struggling for breath...