Felt a subtle sense that something was wrong.
Covering her mouth and nose, she grabbed her belongings and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
As she looked up at the room number, everything went dark before her eyes, and she nearly fainted.
At the same moment, she felt her heart rate soaring, her body growing weak and powerless.
She steadied herself against the wall, half-stumbling to the next room. Her vision was so blurred that she couldn't even make out the markings on the display screen. In desperation, she randomly pressed several buttons, fearful she might not have rung the doorbell, and raised her hand with all her remaining strength to knock on Keane Lowell's door.
"President... President Lowell, Keane."
She shouted with all her might, an overwhelming sense of anxiety sweeping over her.
The moment the door opened.
She couldn't hold on and collapsed forward.
Keane Lowell reacted quickly, catching her.
"Claire?"
"What's wrong?"
