Chapter 110: Sad irony.

The car stopped in front of the sleek, glass skyscraper, and Henry stepped out, his eyes scanning the bustling streets. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air fill his lungs, and headed into the building. The meeting was on the 20th floor, and Henry's shoes clicked on the marble floor as he made his way to the elevator. As he waited for the elevator to arrive, Henry's mind raced with thoughts of Jennifer. Where was she? Why wasn't she answering her phone? .The elevator doors opened, and Henry stepped in, his thoughts still lingering on his mysterious secretary. *** Jennifer lay in the small iron cot, her body cramped and uncomfortable, wondering how long she would be trapped in this tiny, dark space. The cot was barely large enough for her to stretch out, and she had to curl up on her side to avoid hitting her head on the cold metal bars. She had tried to find a way out, but the cot was securely welded, and the room was so dark and smelly that she couldn't even