Leeloo had been stretched out on one of the sofas in the lounge area, reading an Agatha Christie novel, when she sensed someone new moving around the lobby. Right on cue, the telephone at the front desk began to ring, and Leeloo--familiar with this particular quirk of the hotel--sat up and scanned the room until she set eyes on the unfamiliar face.
"Hello, lovely," she said, smiling brightly. "Telephone for you!"
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