“Okay, all seems to be going well so far. I don't think the incident from room 10011 will affect my stay here...” Genova muttered and sighed as she stood in front of the door to another room with a cart handle in her grasp. On this particular cart was a bottle of wine she was asked to deliver to one of the rooms in the hotel.
It had been two days since her first day at the hotel, and no one had aired out the event she had stumbled upon on her first day.
This time, she made no mistake in knowing the exact room she was supposed to go to, as she had made inquiries on how the number system worked in the hotel.
As she pushed the cart past some doors in the lobby, the memory of her interview came to her mind.
The hotel was indeed a luxurious place. Everyone was friendly and minded their bus
