Grace arrived in her suite with the man who kept asking her to consider changing accommodations.
"Can you stop? Or else I will give this resort a bad review," she warned angrily. She just wanted to rest, but he was making things hard.
"I am sorry, there is a card on the table that contains all the contact information of every stall in this resort; call if you need anything."
She sighed in relief when he left. Grace closed the door and scanned the place, which was so big; the sitting room had a very big glass window.
It was the type of window from which she could see the view from outside, but anyone standing outside couldn't see into the apartment; her gaze moved to the next-door lodge.
"He said it was occupied by some people who look dangerous," she thought, walked to the window, and closed the curtains.
"Then I better not associate with them."
