"Okay, I'll be out in just a moment."
Olivia Parker spoke into her phone and approached the front desk to check out.
"There's still a guest in my room. Can the room inspection be done a bit later?"
"No problem." The front desk staff smiled; customers in the Presidential Suite were certainly treated like gods.
Thanking them, Olivia dragged her suitcase out. The car was already waiting at the door, and she handed over her luggage, slipping into the back seat.
In a moment, the car started toward the airport.
Olivia raised her hand to massage her still throbbing temples, thought for a moment, and pulled out a small mirror from her bag.
The person in the mirror had a flush on her cheeks and ambiguous kiss marks on her neck.
She pulled up her collar, put the mirror back into her backpack, and turned to look at the hotel building that was now fading in the distance, leaning back into the seat with a long sigh.
