Wynta
It was nice here in Monterey. She had a room with a balcony and had arrived just after 5pm, had taken a nice long bubble bath and ordered room service. Her room came with a nice bottle of white wine, which was sweet and fruity. She found a movie to watch while reclined comfortably in the lounge and really just relaxed for the first time all week long.
She’d had this overwhelming sense that someone was following her to and from the office all week, not that she’d seen anything suspicious, it was just a feeling and her instincts were pretty good, but she’d also not turned to look behind her or gotten jumpy about it. They were things that were signs you were nervous, and could be taken as being signs of easy prey.
So, she didn’t do that. She’d not even quickened her pack, or changed
