Upon entering Treit's hotel room, Benjamin found a surprisingly tidy space. The curtains were closed, filtering the light into a soft tone that gave the place a tranquil atmosphere. His eyes scanned the room, noticing how everything was in its place.
'The staff must have tidied everything up,' Benjamin thought.
Sheila, still slightly leaning on Benjamin, began to hum a melody that made no sense. Her voice was soft, almost melancholic, and blended with the silence of the room.
"What are you doing?"
Despite Benjamin's question, Sheila continued singing without paying much attention to him.
In the center of the room, on a long table, were the laptops Benjamin had given to Treit. Both were closed, with their surfaces clean and shiny.
'She must have lent it to that girl…'
