Chapter Twenty-TwoAgnes smiled at the young man as she stepped into the lift. He was quite tall and looked quite smart in his uniform, with the small cap perched on top of his long, dark hair. The cap was the one thing about the uniform that Larry hated and he only wore it if someone from head office was visiting the hotel.
“What floor, madam?”
“Sixth floor, please,” she lied. Her room was actually on the fourth floor. But she could easily walk down two flights of stairs. “So, how are things with you? I gather you're fairly new here. Do you enjoy your job?”
“Yes.” He paused. “But it can be a bit boring at times. I think I would like it more if there was a little excitement from time to time.”
“I'm sure all jobs can be a little boring.” Agnes replied. “Maybe you could find a way to make
