What if a customer files a complaint?
Thankfully... thankfully it was Mrs. Jones. If it had been another female guest, President Jones demanding a customer's room key like that, who knows if his intentions were not honorable.
Of course, the front desk clerk didn't dare to say this. He could only lower his head while the lobby manager pointed at him, berating him with spittle flying.
When Elly Campbell finished her bath, wrapped in a bathrobe and came out of the bathroom with a dry towel in hand to dry her hair, she was startled the moment she lifted her eyes and saw the tall figure sitting on the sofa in the room.
"Adam Jones!!!"
She stopped the motion of drying her hair, clutched the towel, and rushed over to Adam, "How did you get into my room? How did you come in?"
Her back teeth clenched, her eyes spitting fire as she stared at Adam.
