Yala Smith
I walk down the hotel corridors alongside Leonardo, showing him all the rooms that are compromised. However, as I speak, he grows quieter and quieter, which starts to make me anxious because my mind starts to anticipate all the negative aspects of his silence, such as:
He won't want to help me
As a guest, he might be scared to be in a hotel in such poor condition
I shouldn't have shown him anything, now he might want to leave.
Oh no!
So many questions, but no answers.
When I finish showing the entire property, it's almost lunchtime.
— What did you think? — I ask when we are in the hotel garden.
He looks at the facade of the place before answering me.
— The situation is really quite complicated, and if you don't take care of it now, in the next few months it will be muc
