I followed Elijah up to the top-floor suite. Yvonne and I had a different lifestyle in the choice of room. She wanted the best service, while I was careful to spend every penny.
Elijah took me to the master suite. It was spacious, and flowers were everywhere. Yvonne lay on the bed with her brown hair flowing over the pillow. She wore a white nightgown. The blanket covered her body up to her waist. Seeing that, I knew her purpose in calling me.
“Yvonne dear, look who's come to see you,” Elijah whispered.
The woman didn't open her eyes. His assistant called her a second time, and she responded. Yvonne looked around before looking at me sadly. Elijah signaled for his colleagues to exit the room.
“You talk. We'll wait outside,” the man said as he passed me.
Yvonne pouted. “Just go. I don'
