Gottfried filled his timber glass with some of his favorite whisky and took a rich, long sip from it.
He admired the painting on the wall- it was a favorite of his he had gifted to the owner of the place.
Gottfried always liked to stay at hotels where the atmosphere fit his tastes, especially when he had a contribution to it.
All the more better was that usually the staff and personnel always took a very good care of providing their best services.
It was also because he always paid them way better than the average customer.
Yes again, privacy was always expensive.
Gottfried didn’t need to check the time to know she’d soon be here.
So he finished his drink, and decided he could have another one, when he heard the footsteps.
He’d dismissed his driver and bodyguard for the e
