The room was quiet at last, but the atmosphere was stiff. Grace's expression was grim, sullen and silent. Luis explained again: "Don't get me wrong, she really ran..."

"Forget it." Grace interrupts him and says coldly, "I'm going home."

She hurried out of the room with her bag and brushed Luis's shoulder. He was reluctant to hold her hand. She stopped and said coldly, "Please let go of me!"

Luis was silent for a few seconds, but finally let go of her.

...

As soon as they were out of Luis's sight, Grace sped up and chased Zoe out to find her. Zoe got into the elevator and kept pressing...