ELENA'S POV

The spacious corridor barely filled in my figure as I chased after Lucas in these torturous heels, cursing him every second the pain persisted.

'clack, clack, clack', until my little hands skimmed through the almost closed doors. I grinded my teeth, moving to the far end of the cubicle.

I glanced down at my drenched suit, and wrinkled skirt with my pupils dilating in anger. Hurriedly reaching into my purse which was…empty!

How! Stretching it a little wider, I dipped my head inside, hoping I was not seeing right. But it was still empty.

Unable to hold it in any longer, I ferociously glared at the culprit behind...