After driving an hour, Jamie parks the car in front of a hotel that I would consider a four-star. But for someone who lives in a penthouse, and is used to finer things in life, to him, this is probably considered a two-star, which is him being generous.
We take off our seat belts and he is the first to speak up.
"This is all I could find in the area. I hope this is fine by you?" he asks looking at me.
Oh, this is more than okay with me. This place looked very decent to me.
I nod and he opens his side of the door stepping out of the car.
"Aren't you coming?" he asks after a while of me sitting still in the car.
"You go ahead, I'll call Tracey first," I say. He closes the door without responding.
I dial Tracey's number on my phone hoping she was still awake considering it was already
