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"Actually, I’m here to deliver some food to a guest. Could you tell me which room Maureen booked last night?"
The receptionist, still starstruck, didn’t hesitate. "Sure thing, let me check for you." She turned to her computer, typing in a few details as Anna watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. This was just the beginning. She was determined to get to the truth.
"Room 300," the receptionist said with a smile, and Anna thanked her before making her way down the hallway.
When she reached the door, she knocked firmly. After a brief pause, she heard Maureen’s voice from the other side. "Who is it? Hold on!"
The door swung open, and Maureen’s face paled when she saw Anna standing there, a cold, curly smile on her lips. Maureen’s jaw dropped, and she stammered, "How did you—"
