Puzzlement welled up within her and, in a sudden rush of curiosity, she pushed the door wide open. The bedroom was vacant.

The bathroom door remained firmly shut.

Sierra moved with determined grace, promptly swinging the bathroom door wide open without a hint of hesitation.

Yet, the bathroom remained devoid of any presence.

Could she have inadvertently ventured into the wrong room?

Sierra retraced her steps to the entrance and meticulously examined the room number. She didn't enter the wrong room.

Why, then, was Tyrone nowhere to be found? Had he run away?

A subtle shift in her countenance revealed her consternation. With gritted teeth, she proceeded to dial Blayze's number.

Glancing at his screen, Blayze courteously interjected, “Excuse me."

“Please, go ahead."

With his phone in hand, Blayze retreated to the emergency exit, a serious demeanor etched across his face.

"What's the matter?" he inquired.

“Blayze, he's disappeared!" Sierra urgently recounted the recent turn of events.

"I see," Blayze responded with a furrowed brow.

He summoned his secretary, instructing, "Keep a watchful eye on all the building exits and arrange for someone to ascend through the emergency exit. Ensure every floor is thoroughly inspected."

"Yes, sir."

The secretary, having personally witnessed Tyrone and Ben entering the elevator, knew with certainty that Tyrone had reached the thirty -second floor.

As Sierra encountered Ben waiting for the elevator on her way out, and nothing seemed amiss during her journey to Tyrone's room, it was clear that if Tyrone had indeed sought to depart, he must have taken the staircase.

Descending the stairs would consume precious time, indicating that Tyrone was likely still within the building.

With the exits blocked, there was no escape for Tyrone. The effects of the drug would inevitably catch up to him.