018 - Motel

The receptionist actually got the same question that I just asked her. The man who had just entered her hotel was looking for me just as I had just gone up to the third floor. My breath suddenly became shallow, even though I didn't really run from the floor below. I was so shocked when I saw Mr. Hawthorne park his car in front of the motel.

"Hopefully the receptionist doesn't reveal my whereabouts." I locked my bedroom door and went inside.

I sat on the edge of the bed, tapping my feet a few times nervously. The air conditioner was on, but my body began to sweat enough to wet my back. I am too nervous because Mr. Hawthorne is literally in the same building as me right now.

"Excuse me, is there a visitor named Theodore Whitmore?" Mr. Hawthorne asked without hesitation as he looked at the female receptionist who stood welcoming him.

"Um, sorry?" The receptionist pretended not to hear the name being called so nervously.

The receptionist linked her hands together in front of each other, s
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