<div style="text-align: justify;">Marie kept her kind smile and walked by Shane's side. She listened to him speak and nodded when he said he hoped that he would love Paris. Who didn't, right? Tourists loved everything about the city. It offered beautiful landscapes, luxury, good food, friendly people... All a foreign visitor could want. Of course, it was not a cheap city. But people who went there usually had money, so it was all right.<br/><br/>That young man didn't seem to have a lot of money, but one never knew. Sometimes people came into inheritances or something of the sort. Or won some money gambling, or any other reason. Marie would never imagine the true reason why Shane had money, not even if she spent an entire year thinking. That kind of transaction was not a part of her reality.<br/><br/>When Shane asked her that question, the woman smiled brightly. "Oh, yes. For about twenty five years, give or take", she replied with a cheerful intonation. "My home town is two or three hours away, so everything works".<br/><br/>She paused as the elevator reached their floor and pressed a button to keep the door open while they stepped out. The woman gestured for Shane to follow and led him to a door. She resumed speaking while she unlocked his room. "What brings you to the city, dear?", she asked. Her intonation was not of someone suspicious. It was just a polite way of making small talk. <br/><br/>While the bellboy set Shane's suitcase neatly placed by a wall, the woman walked to the balcony door and opened it to allow the breeze in. "If you want anything - room service, fresh towels or an extra blanket, you just need to press zero and it will send the call down to the front desk. Since you do not speak English, just say <span style="font-style: italic">'Marie, s'il vous plaît'</span> - it means, <span style="font-style: italic">Marie, please</span>, and whoever takes the call will pass you on to me. All right, dear?", she finished kindly.</div>