Worried Lone Wolf was behind her, she quickly hid nearby. She held her breath and watched the elevator door open.
After waiting in silence, she slowly walked out of her hiding place. The elevator seemed empty. It was her only way out.
Good. No one's here.
She pressed the button for the first floor. But just before the doors closed, a pair of hands reached in and forced them open.
Chantelle froze when she heard the familiar voice.
"We meet again, pretty one."
"You!" she shouted, kicking at the hand holding the elevator door. But Lone Wolf moved back quickly and avoided it.
"No need for violence," he said with a smirk. "Let's just talk. You won't win in a fight with me."
"What do you want?" Chantelle glared at him with eyes full of anger.
Lone Wolf entered the elevator and trapped her in a corner. Before she could run, he grabbed her by the throat.
He grinned as sweat rolled down her face.
"Don't be scared, pretty lady. I just need a little favor from you."
