She let out a shriek of laughter and put her elbows on the desk, she grinned revealing a mouth full of gold teeth. “Go on then, describe away.”
The concierge swayed, he felt faint, which made the old woman shriek again. “Huh, don’t worry,” said the voice on the phone, “I’d recognise that cackle anywhere. Send her up.”
“Oh thank Christ!” The concierge said out loud before he could stop himself. “You, you can go up miss. Room forty seven, the lift’s right over there.” He gestured to his left.
He was about to hang up when the woman slammed her hand on the desk. “Hey, not so fast. I want two lobsters and a bottle of Champagne sent up, Whitaker’s paying.”
“I heard her,” Whitaker said through the phone. “Get her whatever she wants.”
“Yes sir,” The concierge said hanging up.
