Just then, I heard laughter, whispers, and something that made my blood run cold: kissing. My heart stopped for a moment. I looked around the corner and was horrified to see Daniel and my best friend, Hugo, walking hand in hand toward the room.
Pain stabbed through me like a dagger, but instead of confronting them, I decided to take pictures as evidence. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I also knew I wouldn’t let this happen. I hid, tears in my eyes, and I knew I would get rev:enge.
I returned to the lobby, where the receptionist, who had witnessed my suffering, offered to help. Together, we devised a master plan. With a knowing look, she helped me into the private elevator, an unregistered elevator.
When they finally arrived, both of them, unsuspecting, entered the elevator and pressed the up button. They had no idea I was there. The elevator started moving.
As the elevator doors closed, I couldn’t help but smile, finally getting my revenge in a way that was so clever that even they couldn’t have foreseen it. As they went up, I dropped a bag full of candy on the floor, giving them the wrong idea that something was wrong. And while their minds were wandering, the elevator doors closed, not knowing that it was all over for them.
