She hesitated briefly at the entrance before gathering her courage and walking in.
When she arrived at the check-in counter, she paused before asking politely, “Good evening. I’m the public relations assistant for Mr. Matthew Clark. He’s requested that I deliver an important document to him. Would you be able to confirm his room number for me?”
The receptionist offered a polite but guarded smile, responding in a measured tone, “I apologize, ma’am. We have a policy against disclosing guest information. You may contact the guest, and upon their consent, we can share the room number.”
Stella quickly ruled out making a call. She pursed her lips, pondered briefly, and then pulled a folder from her bag.
“A call at this hour would be intrusive. This document is of pressing importance. Could you kindly ensure it reaches him?”
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Stella felt a moment of relief, thankful that she had thought to bring a document along for this very scenario.
After a moment of hesitation, the receptionist relented, swayed by the urgency etched on Stella’s face.
Expressing her thanks, Stella turned to leave.
She then began to walk away but did so at a leisurely pace, all while keeping tabs on the receptionist’s movements.
Upon noticing the receptionist heading for the elevator, Stella swiftly doubled back.
She discreetly observed from a short distance as the elevator ascended and ultimately stopped at the eighth floor. Then she went into another elevator and made her way up the building.
As she stepped out, her eyes caught sight of the receptionist lingering by a room door. She swiftly took cover behind a wall, effectively hidden from view.
The receptionist rang the doorbell for an extended period but to no avail. Ultimately, she was forced to leave, document in hand.
Stella frowned, puzzled. If Matthew wasn’t in his room, where could he be at this late hour? Or perhaps…
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She shuddered, not daring to let her mind drift further. Confirming the coast was clear after the receptionist’s departure, Stella approached the room cautiously.
Taking a deep breath for courage, she rang the doorbell.
Yet, she was met with complete silence.
Stella gazed at the unyielding door, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Was Matthew deliberately ignoring her, or was he genuinely not in the room?
She was about to press the doorbell again when a soft ding echoed from the elevator.
A surge of nervous energy propelled her eyes to the sound. Exiting the elevator was Matthew, much to her surprise.
For a moment, Stella’s mind went blank. She looked around for a place to hide, but failed.
Upon noticing Stella, Matthew seemed to doubt his eyes.
A mixture of surprise and delight washed over him. He advanced towards her, hand outstretched as if to envelop her in a hug. But she took a reflexive step back.