Narrator
Ammy was lying in her hotel room when she had a knock on her door. She frowned her brows after all she did not ask for room service. After a bit heistation she decided to open the door.
"Your food ma," the guy by the door was the driver that had picked her up from the airport, so she stepped aside to let him in. She knew that he must be there to inform her of the update.
"How is it?" She asked once the door was shut.
"He sent the clothes to the laundry after returning to his room, this might just be a coincidence, find a way to go to his room and check," the driver replied.
"Okay," Ammy was confident that the receptionist would definitely give her the room card, because of what happened earlier.
When the driver saw that she had a way, he gave her another recording, "you can plant it on him or the room if you not manage to find any useful information," the driver said.
