The Rise of Damola

Chapter 35- For better, for worse

As the night unfolded, so did the drama back in Cory V's room. The atmosphere was tense, thick with uncertainty and fear. The Manager had arrived with policemen, their stern expressions and authoritative presence signaling the severity of the situation. Upon witnessing the scene firsthand, Cory V was promptly handcuffed and whisked away, his protests falling on deaf ears. The room buzzed with chaotic energy, a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings.

The elderly waitress, her face etched with worry entered the suite. She moved with practiced grace despite the urgency of the moment, carefully covering Bunmi with a blanket. Her hands trembled slightly as she worked, a silent testament to the shock she was trying to mask. Moments later, a team of paramedics arrived, their movements swift and efficient. They lifted Bunmi onto a stretcher, with their faces set with determination.

"Ma'am, what did she take?" one of the paramedics asked, his voice calm but insistent.

"I don't really know," the waitress replied, her voice tinged with distress. "It all happened so fast, but I found her like this."

The paramedic nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation. "Okay, we need to quickly take her to the hospital," he said, his tone leaving no room for delay. They began wheeling Bunmi out of the room, the stretcher gliding smoothly across the plush carpet.

As they moved towards the door, the lead paramedic turned to one of the security guards standing by. "We need to know who this woman is and what he gave her," he said, his voice firm. The guard nodded, already reaching for his radio to relay the information. The hallway outside the suite was a flurry of activity, with hotel staff and guests peering out of their rooms, curiosity and concern etched on their faces.

The paramedics navigated the stretcher through the corridors, their pace steady but urgent. The elevator ride down felt longer than usual, the seconds stretching into what felt like hours. Outside, an ambulance waited, its lights flashing, casting an eerie glow on the surrounding area.

As they loaded Bunmi into the ambulance, the lead paramedic took a moment to confer with his team. "Let's get her stabilized and find out what we're dealing with as soon as possible," he said, his voice resolute. The doors of the ambulance closed with a definitive thud, and moments later, it sped off into the night, sirens wailing.

Back at the hotel, the aftermath of the night's events began to settle in. The Manager spoke with the police, providing details and answering questions, his demeanor professional yet strained. The elderly waitress, now sitting in the lobby, was offered a cup of water by a concerned colleague. She accepted it with a grateful nod, her hands still trembling slightly.

The night's tranquility had been shattered, replaced by a sense of urgency and uncertainty. As the ambulance disappeared into the distance, those left behind could only hope for Bunmi's swift recovery and that the truth of what had transpired would soon come to light.

In the chaotic aftermath, Mirabel hurriedly left the resort, her mind racing with the unfolding events. She couldn't shake the unease as she witnessed police vehicles and ambulance. The success of her plan hung in the balance, and she anxiously prayed it wasn't Deray, Bunmi, or Cory V being taken away.

As Mirabel retreated, she changed her mind at the last minute and decided to revisit the control room to secure any evidence that might compromise her plot. She could not trust someone else to retrieve the files for her, and she knew that timing was crucial.
As she grappled with her decision, the resort buzzed with activity. Police officers and DSS officials combed through the crime scene, gathering evidence and interviewing witnesses. The front of the resort was littered with journalists from almost every prominent news outlet, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward in the hopes of capturing any morsel of information. The once glamorous atmosphere of the resort had transformed into a crime scene, shattering the illusion of luxury that had once enveloped it.