Stella POV
Outside the lounge, I exhaled a breath I never knew I was holding, yet keeping my expression neutral.
With one glance at the shut door, I turned a corner, away from the visibility of the lounge hallway, and then I halted in my steps, unbothered about the camera.
I carelessly scrolled through my phone as though I was viewing my social media status…
I needed this camouflage to conceal whatever image Bruce might create when he views the recording of the camera.
I waited just long enough to hear the faint sound of the second door open… the room Oswald would use, then the door of the lounge opening and clicking shut. My lips curled with a smile.
Perfect.
Quietly, I slipped further down the hallway, entering into one of the restrooms.
I rinsed my hands, checked my makeup, and it was still in perfect shape, making sure I had given Oswald enough time to take her away from the lounge.
