Bella stared at the silk robe on the floor. It was black and shining and short enough to barely cover anything. She kicked it away with her foot and hiss out of frustration."No way," she muttered.The room felt smaller now and the big window showed the strip still glowing, but the door stayed locked. She walked to the bathroom first, splashed water on her face, then came back out. Her uniform from earlier lay in a pile on the chair. She grabbed it and pulled it on fast, even though it smelled like casino smoke and spilled drinks.It was better than that stupid robe. She checked the door again and the panel glowed red. There was no handle and she pressed every button she could see, and still, nothing.Her eyes were on the nightstand and a house phone sat there, black and shiny. She hadn't noticed it before and she snatched it up and dialed 911.The line clicked one and a calm voice answered. "Penthouse security. How can I help, Miss Moretti?"Bella froze. They even knew her real name.
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