Gasping for breath, Ellie spotted a taxi just dropping off a passenger and about to leave the alley. She frantically waved her hand to stop it.
"Sir... P Hotel, quickly please!"
As soon as she opened the taxi door and got in, she blurted out her destination. The taxi driver glanced at Ellie's condition through the rearview mirror and silently turned the steering wheel.
Only then did Ellie put down her phone, which she had been clutching like a lifeline, and checked her appearance.
A cardigan carelessly thrown over a thin slip, and of all things, high heels that she had grabbed from the shoe rack without looking. They were the shoes she had planned to wear on her last day of work.
