<div style="text-align: justify;">Colette wasn’t willing to let Paul simply go away and tell her she owed him nothing. Even if his situation with his employer wasn’t ideal to begin with, she had been involved in the latest problems. And for that, she felt a little guilty, and also grateful. As a chambermaid, she had dealt with a lot of rude customers, but that American man was definitely the worst. And Paul’s respectful and kind demeanor was very much appreciated.<br/><br/>She didn’t have time to tell <span style="color: #40FF40">the Bodyguard</span> any of that, though. The knocks on the door interrupted her. <br/><br/>After opening, Colette moved aside, so Paul could take the note. While he did so, she moved close to the balcony to look outside, discreetly.<br/><br/>The boy shook his head after delivering the note. “A lady, she did not give me her name”, he replied. It was clear the boy wasn’t lying. He was paid to do as he was told, after all. “I’m sorry, sir”, the boy completed.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">**********</div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Back at the room where the bellboy had collected the note and tip, a lady sat on the large bed with a suitcase on her lap and a smile on her face. The game was on. She needed to plan her next moves now. <br/><br/>Picking up a list, the woman crossed a name. That one was taken care of. She was sure that he wouldn’t dare to check out for now. Now, she had to make a few choices to move on.<br/><br/>Still smiling, the woman stood up and left the room, making her way to another one. The briefcase was left there, and she went downstairs, to the hotel’s cafe. A cup of tea sounded great now.</span></span></div>