Two minutes later, her methodical search through the external administrative workspace paid off. She located a heavy brass ring holding a cluster of keys tucked away inside a secondary security lockbox. Returning to the master suite, she lined up the key and smoothly turned the lock, pushing open the heavy door of the private restroom and overnight lounge. The room was immaculately clean, the expansive bed neatly dressed with a crisp, brand-new three-piece sheet set.
She was so profoundly exhausted that she simply threw her fragile body onto the plush mattress and plummeted into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.
A short while later, Michael's private line attempted to bridge a connection to her smartphone, but the ringing failed to pierce through her dense wall of fatigue.
