THE HOTEL
Victor lay on the hotel bed, his back flat against the mattress, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. The faint hum of the air conditioner was the only sound keeping the silence from swallowing him whole. He let out a deep sigh, his brows furrowing as thoughts swirled in his head like a storm, refusing to quiet.
“Being holed up in this hotel isn’t going to help me,” Victor muttered to himself.
Restless, he rolled to the side before sitting up abruptly, his feet hitting the cold, unwelcoming floor. He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, the strands slightly damp with sweat despite the chill in the room. For the past hour, he’d been a prisoner of his own thoughts, and the frustration was building like a volcano ready to erupt.
“I need to start executing my plans,” Vict
