At the door stood two individuals—one dressed as a waiter, the other as a waitress.
"Can I have a minute with you?" the man asked, his expression serious.
"What business brings you here?" Hilda asked in a guarded voice. The Longland Hotel was known for its strict privacy policies, so the fact that staff were at their doorstep was unusual. They hadn't experienced anything like this all night since returning to their room.
After all, the hotel was famous for its discretion.
"Where were you at around 3 a.m. this morning?" the waiter inquired.
"My masters and I were sleeping in this room," Hilda answered honestly. She could have dismissed them, but curiosity got the better of her. As a maid, she was an extension of her master, and her master would want to know what was going on.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Nothing," the waiter replied with a disinterested tone before turning to leave, leaving Hilda puzzled.
