“Absolutely.”

Galilea was left dumbfounded, struggling to articulate the maelstrom of emotions coursing through her.

A realization dawned upon Galilea, prompting her to inquire further, “Did you enter the room? The camera..."

“I did enter the room just moments ago. The memory card, however, has vanished."

Galilea was jolted by this revelation, her silence echoing with disbelief. Frustration surged within her, leading her to pound the steering wheel vehemently.

Rubbish!

A bunch of losers!

Rowell was naught but a swine!

No, he was even worse than that!

He was utterly inept!

Galilea had descended into a state of madness.

The memory card, she concluded, must have been pilfered by Sabrina. Recollection brought to mind the exchange she'd had with Rowell after activating the camera.

The prospect of Sabrina involving the police or exposing the footage sent shivers down her spine.

Yet, an inkling told her that Sabrina might opt for negotiation instead...

As these thoughts swirled within her mind, her phone rang once more.

Glancing at the caller ID, Galilea discerned that the call was originating from Sabrina.

Aware that Sabrina had likely dialed her number for the sake of negotiations, Galilea began to regain her composure.

However, she felt compelled to establish some ground rules beforehand. Sabrina's tenure as her assistant had been rather brief. Fortune had certainly favored Sabrina.

Summoning a deep breath, Galilea answered the call with a measured tone, “Hello.”

Sabrina, unapologetically direct, questioned, “Where are you right now?"