<div style="text-align: justify;">The chamber maid who had taken the ice upstairs for Paul was in stitches. She felt like now was a great time to talk to Diane. Now, that she was hurt and probably confused by the surprising behavior of her husband, was a good time to try to get her to say something that would compromise the Actor. And probably herself as well. While she didn’t really understand why the two ladies wanted to take Martin and his whole group down, it didn’t really matter. She was being paid - very well paid, as it happens - to do as she was told, and that was all that mattered. With their money, she could leave the hotel behind and never look back, so the rest was irrelevant.<br/><br/>Unable to stay downstairs anymore, the woman made her way back upstairs with fresh towels and sheets, just in case she happened to meet someone on the way there. As she didn’t, the young woman sighed in relief and waited. She wasn’t sure how long she would need to be there, but something told her that if she waited long enough, she would eventually meet Diane. <br/><br/>Her intuition proved true when Diane stepped out of the room she had been in and into the hallway. Pretending to be very busy checking sheets, the woman looked up suddenly, gasping a bit in feigned surprise. “Madame”, she murmured, her expression translating some anguish. It seemed like she wanted to talk to Diane, but couldn’t due to the language barrier. <br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*****************</div><br/>Pierre nodded when Martin agreed that he could use the company. Crossing his hands over the book he had been reading, Pierre looked at Martin with polite interest and listened to him.<br/><br/>When the Actor talked about the fight, Pierre sighed and nodded. “Neither do I. Except for my mother and sister, I really can’t figure out what they think”.<br/><br/>He seemed to hesitate a little before continuing to speak. “Would you like to talk about it at length in private?”. Pierre’s eyes went wide after this question, as though he had caught himself saying something he shouldn’t have. “I didn’t mean anything improper by it”, he backtracked almost timidly. “I just feel that you being… well… <span style="font-style: italic">you</span>, you wouldn’t want other people hearing this conversation”.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*****************</div><br/><br/>The Lady couldn’t help but smile watching Rich. <span style="font-style: italic">What a fool</span>, she thought to herself. He was so entranced with her she could have killed him right now and he wouldn’t even know what had gotten him. Of course, she wouldn’t do that now. Her orders were clear. He should stay alive for a while longer, at least as long as the Actor was around. He needed to see his paycheck become a thing of the past, after all. That alone gave the Lady the strength to keep deceiving the Agent and let him have some fun.<br/><br/>When Rich spilled some of the champagne on her, the Lady showed him her best smile. She had to keep playing the part, after all. “Clumsy boy”, she murmured in a husky voice. Allowing the agent to lick the champagne off of her, she ran her fingers through the man’s hair.<br/><br/>Her next question was - like everyone else - a part of the plan. She was curious to know how much he would promise and lie just to get her to bed. “Am I as pretty as the girls you meet back in Hollywood?”, she asked, kissing the man’s neck afterwards. “I’m just curious”, the woman completed, while slipping onto the bed next to the Agent.</div>