Lisa woke up with a splitting headache and aching ear the next morning. Sitting up, she realized she was in an unfamiliar room.
"This…"
She tried to remember the event of the night before but all that came to mind was her going to the bar and getting rescued from some goons. She also recalled getting dropped at the hotel and left at the reception. A waiter brought her a glass of champagne and said it was the hotel's tradition. After that… Yeah, what happened after that…?
The rest of the images on her mind were foggy and she felt she did something last night but what was it?
Trying hard to remember, she moaned. "Damn this headache," she massaged her temple.
Just then, there was a knock on the door before it was pushed open.
"Oh, you're awake. Good morning ma'am." The same waitress from last night entered the room with a polite smile on her face.
Lisa ignored her and continued to massage her temple.
