With that, they made their way to the twelfth floor and stopped in front of Room 3.
Ding dong.
Kaija pressed the doorbell.
No answer.
Ding dong.
She pressed it again.
Still nothing.
A knot began to form in her stomach.
"Instructor, it's me," she called through the door, knocking with the flat of her palm. "Are you in there?"
Silence answered her.
The longer it stretched, the heavier the unease became.
Ten minutes later, after repeated ringing and knocking had produced absolutely no response, Kaija turned toward the receptionist. Her expression had lost all traces of hesitation.
"Please open the door," she said firmly. "If he gets angry about it, I'll take full responsibility."
Even the receptionist looked concerned now. Her brows were drawn together tightly as she pulled out the backup key card and swiped it across the lock.
The door clicked open.
