Chapter 136
Behind The Spotlight Chapter 136
"Who in their right mind will build a 7-storey building and not fix the damned elevator!?" Isabella grunted as she took another step. Her legs were trembling, and her hair clung to her sweaty forehead. She hated the situation she was in.
Just like her, Chantal was also tired and shaking. Her breaths came in shallow bursts, and her arms dangled weakly. She agreed with what Isabella said.
"You heard from the old man on the ground floor, the elevator needs renovation and it'll take at least three weeks to be fixed," Collin answered. Unlike the two women, Collin seemed fine. He was fit and actively went to the gym at least twice a week. He even stretched his arms midway, teasingly jogging a few steps ahead, which made Isabella glare daggers at him.
For him, using stairs was just another leg day... Although as a gym bro, he wasn't exactly a fan of leg day. Still, he couldn't help but smirk.
"Fuck... This is too much," Isabella gasped for air and spoke in French. Even Chantal was shaking. Her knees were about to give out, and she used the stair railing as her last support.
"Just one more floor and we'll get there," Collin encouraged them. He spoke in a calm tone, as if climbing a mountain was nothing.
At last, after a tiring day, the three reached the highest floor. They found the apartment number and Collin knocked on the door. The hallway smelled faintly of cigarettes, and the flickering light above them added a cheap motel vibe to the corridor.
Chantal and Isabella fixed their haggard appearance as they waited for someone to open the door. They tried to straighten their hair and wipe their sweat, pretending they hadn't just survived a seven-floor workout.