As the cab pulled up in front of a towering hotel, Annabelle stepped out and made her way toward the entrance. Inside, she walked forward until she reached the receptionist, feeling lightheaded after she left the pub.
Her vision blurred for a moment as she wobbled on the heels of her shoes.
Annabelle approached the receptionist's desk and pulled her phone from her purse.
"Welcome, miss. How can I help you?" the receptionist asked in a professional tone.
"I'm here to see someone. He's in room..." she trailed off, her eyes glued to her phone as she struggled to make out the room number. The digits appeared to blur together.
The receptionist watched her, perplexed.
"He's in room 302. I have an appointment with him. Is he still there?" Annabelle asked.
"Hold on. I need to confirm if you're allowed up," the receptionist replied. They checked the system and saw that the VIP guest was still in his room. The receptionist picked up the landline connected to that room.
