“I have told you that no one runs this place except from me,” the man repeated. He was growing impatient with her.
Maya nodded.
“Fine. What was I wearing? The outfit. The color. What was I wearing when I walked up to you? What did I ask for?”
“Ahem…” he pretended to scratch his beard for a while. “I attend to many people everyday, so I don't mind the outfits of anyone. Much less you that came at a later time.”
“You have only ten rooms in this building that are available for people to book. You said the rest had problems, and I was welcomed to stay in them at my own risk.
Of course, I wasn’t going to be foolish. So, I chose one of the ten rooms. I picked my room, leaving nine others. Which means, you don’t deal with a lot of people. You are lying,” Maya confronted his alibi.
“Yes.
