Chapter seventeen
Early the next morning, Zale was woken up by the gentle knock on his door.

Groggy and disoriented, Zale slowly opened his eyes, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.

He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes to chase away the remnants of sleep. The knock on the door repeated, a little louder this time, jolting him fully awake.

With a yawn, Zale swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, his feet sinking into the plush carpet. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table—it was still early, but he wondered who could be knocking at his door at this hour.

Curiosity piqued, Zale shuffled towards the door, his steps muffled by the thick carpeting.

As he reached for the doorknob, he hesitated for a moment, a fleeting thought of caution crossing his mind. But he shrugged it off, reminding himself that it was probably just the room service.

Turning the doorknob, Zale pulled the door open to reveal a figure standing in the hallway. It was a man, but he had even seen him b
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