The receptionist at the desk didn't seem like she would be leaving anytime soon as she scribbled away on a notepad while answering a phone call. Her white long-sleeved shirt seemed a bit too tight around her bust area, and her short brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail.
Bella had been watching from a corner for almost an hour, but the receptionist hadn't bulged one bit. She had tried asking to use the telephone to make a phone call, but the lady had only smiled and politely told her, "Sorry. I can't help you," before ignoring her and getting back to her work. It wouldn't take a genius to understand that Bella's captor had already gotten to her.
So Bella had tried asking other occupants on the island for help. They weren't many people here, she had noticed and hardly saw anyone except f
