“Did my friend check in yet?” I asked the receptionist at the front desk of my apartment building, remembering I gave her my key. I cannot find her name on the register.
“I do not recall anyone checking into the penthouse,” she says.
“Can I get my spear key from the manager please? I gave mine to a guest,” I explained.
“No problem, let me get it from him.” She said, and after a few minutes returned with my key. I wonder where Amy is if she is not here? I unlocked the door and walked in. She was lying on the couch watching TV.
“How did you get in here without signing in at the front desk?” I asked her.
“I don’t think I should be signing up in places and having people see me right now, so I sneaked through the parking lot below. No one even knows I’m here”, she tells me, and then proce
