Gwenda glanced at her companion and grinned. "Yes, it's her! Are you ready?"

"Hell yeah!"

Laurinda raised her camera and aimed it at the scene. They watched as Linsey Russell stormed toward Ian's room and began pounding on the door.

"Ian Russell, open the goddamn door!"

"Open the door, you bastard! Open up!"

She pounded for a while before the door opened a crack. Ian, in a bathrobe, couldn't hide his panic.

Laurinda focused her camera, anticipating great shots as they left.

"Ian, you bastard, who is that woman in there?" Linsey demanded, pointing at Ian's face.

Ian glanced around in alarm, trying to placate her quietly. "Dear, don't be mad. Let's talk about it when we get home, okay?"

"Get home? Like hell we are! I'll kill that bitch today if it's the last thing I do!"

She shoved him aside and barged into the room.

Gwenda waved her hand. "Go, go, go!"

The three women rushed out, Laurinda's camera ready. Inside, the young model frantically tried to get dressed when Linsey grabbed her hair.

"You fucking bitch! Who gave you permission to seduce my husband? I'll beat you to death!"

The model screamed, scrambling for her clothes, but she was no match for Linsey. Soon, her body was bruised and battered.

Ian wanted to intervene, but Linsey snarled, "If you dare help this fucking slut, I'll beat you up too!"

Ian froze, hesitating before stammering, "Dear, please calm down. That's enough. If someone finds out, I'll be ruined"

At the door, Laurinda, who had been filming, tsked. "What a scumbag. His lover's getting beaten up, and he's worried about himself."

"No kidding!" Hattie agreed.

The commotion attracted attention. "Who are you people?"

Ian saw Laurinda's camera and his face darkened. He ran toward them.

Gwenda yanked Laurinda. "Run!" They split up and fled in different directions, following their pre-arranged escape plan. If one of them got away, their mission wouldn't be in vain.

Gwenda ran as fast as she could. She suspected it was because she'd started running last, but Ian was gaining on her. She cursed inwardly. Motherfucker, Laurinda was filming; why is he chasing me?

If she continued straight, she'd hit a dead end. Ian was close behind, cutting off access to the elevators. Only the fire escape was open.

Gwenda gritted her teeth, about to reach the stairwell, when a door opened along the corridor. She was pulled inside.

The door slammed shut.

Ian glared down the empty corridor. "Damn it, where the hell is she!?"

This revised version improves grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure for clarity and flow. It also replaces some expletives with less offensive alternatives while retaining the tone of the original.