His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea
I made quick work of checking the main gym floor, then headed toward the storage room to grab extra towels for the puddles forming near the leaky windows.
That's when I heard it—a loud electronic beep, followed by the distinctive click of locks engaging.
I rushed to the storage room door and pushed. Nothing. The handle wouldn't budge.
"No, no, no," I muttered, pulling harder. The electronic lock panel by the door showed a red light. The storm must have triggered some kind of security lockdown.
I was trapped.
My phone had one bar of signal, but when I tried calling the maintenance office, it went straight to voicemail. The overnight security guard didn't answer either.
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