It must be Samantha as I tried to message her earlier this afternoon but received no response. I called the hotel to be connected to her room but the lovely front desk clerk, with the stick up her ass, informed me that she had already checked out. I grab an apple and head to the door when I hear the second light tap. I open the door to find Samantha standing in front of my door with two suitcases. She looks up, her eyes never reach mine. She has big, red puffy eyes showing that she’s been crying, yet she is standing in front of me plastering on the fakest smile I have ever seen. “Samantha, is everything okay?”“Yeah, Axel, everything is okay. I just wanted to thank you for the job for the last few months. Also, thank you for helping me with the hotel and always being there for me. I really do appreciate you.” Her eyes are down, glued to the ground and she is fiddling with her zipper of her jacket. “Samantha, come on inside.”“No, thank you, I really must be leaving.”She bends down, grabs her suitcases, and heads down the stairs.I grab my coat and take off behind her.
