Re: Guest Room Hallway, Fourth Floor
Wren had taken to using the sleek black phone (the one that wasn't actually on the market yet) for everything. It had more bells and whistles than anything she owned, even though she had the money to buy pretty much anything she wanted these days, and she suspected it was stolen, but it felt right in her hand, and there was still the mystery of all the files on it that she couldn't decipher yet. So the phone was her main cell these days, and when the screen (which lit up constantly) went dark, she noticed right away. She was just finishing up with a client, and she was scrolling through the posts that had been made since she'd last looked. A second later, the message about the hotel flashed on the screen, and she made quick work of calling for a car.
She climbed into the sleek, black sedan in a black cocktail dress and stilettos. It wasn't her normal attire, but it had been a formal evening, and she hadn't changed after the function. Her pale blonde hair was back in an elegant twist, and there was no doubt that the choker that circled her neck was made of pristine diamonds, as were the earrings on her ears. The driver didn't ask any questions, because he was paid not to, and she missed the easy familiarity of Silver, who would help calm her nerves on the ride. Selina, who was as secretive as always, was excited about the trip, and it almost made Wren turn around - almost.
Wren didn't expect any particularly good things out of life anymore, and this hotel wasn't any different. She'd gotten good at hiding her fear and insecurities in recent years, though, and she crossed the old lobby with the certainty of someone who belonged anywhere they wanted to be. If her stomach was doing flip-flops, well, it wasn't something that was outwardly visible. She looked like wealthy that had curves in all the right places, and no one questioned someone like that.
The key, which she pulled out of her Coach clutch as she walked, was a standard apartment key, slightly bent and nothing special. She walked on instinct, not questioning it for once. If what she'd looked up on the internet was true, then she already knew where she was going; she just wanted to be sure. She stopped at the fourth floor landing, her heels clicking to a halt on the top step. She wasn't armed, because she hadn't carried a weapon in years, but she wished for a knife just then. No, a whip, Selina whispered, and Wren ignored that too. These days, she only wielded a whip for 8,000 dollars an hour, and this wasn't that kind of outing.
A deep breath, and she stepped into the dim hallway, which seemed to go colder and darker the more steps she took. There was a figure at the end, and she could make out a baseball cap and jeans. Her steps slowed. "Do you have a key too?" she called out, and the lights on the sconces flickered and went out.