135- My number is...

"Urgh. So, they plan to have romance in my car and send me to deliver this laptop. And to accompany the kids. Smart move, Rafael"

She was still talking to herself when she stepped out of the elevator and rang the bell of the penthouse entrance.

"Who is this?" she heard a man's voice inside.

Who was with the kids? Rafael never mentioned anyone here.

Oh my God! I hope the kids are safe.

Should I call Marissa?

No. She would panic.

How about hotel security?

"Who the fu*ck is this?" the man was annoyed and raised his voice a little. Sophia realized that it had a hint of sleepiness to it. She was still standing there in confusion when the door opened with a click and a man came out wearing a slick waffle robe with disheveled hair.

He was looking at her through half-closed eyes and Sophia thought she was familiar with the face.