He leans against the wall, arms crossed and eyes watchful. A sleek black gun is holstered at his hip. A wayward woman with a briefcase turns the corner and comes to a full stop, eyes going wide as she takes in Zel and his weapon. She mumbles an apology and quickly turns around, scurrying out of sight.
Zel is doing his job.
It's certainly not the first time where a good portion of his job is to simply be imposing. But that's what he was hired for, this time to keep anyone from noticing or recognizing the politician and the actress secreted away in the hotel suite up the private lift behind him. Both careers would be in ruin and the woman would risk far worse from those of her homeland.
He rarely takes 24 hour positions, not wanting to be away from Jack and Val. Val can do a lot of damage in 24 hours and he didn't have any desire to return home to Jack duct taped to a chair while Val does whatever the hell he wants. Not that he doesn't risk that with shorter jobs, but he figures Val would need longer to actually manage to carry out such a plan that would compensate for his size enough to overpower Jack. But this job came with enough need and funding to make him accept it for three days.
It's the same sort of thing he'd take before he came to Margate with the same agreements: a flat fee based on time, plus a generous per diem for food with coffee separately billed. He rarely even touched the funds for food and those who hired him always laughed off the coffee provision, until they got their bill for Zel's caffeine consumption.
With a brief call upstairs, Zel ensures that the couple is occupied enough to not be leaving and he takes a dinner break. He collects his messages from the girl at the front desk who is brave or blind enough to be flirtatious then avails himself of the hotel's phone to first accept one morning job (he leaves the hotel to deal those he doesn't want) then to invite Jack- who is thankfully not taped to a chair or anything else- to meet him for dinner.