WILLIAM
*Three weeks ago*
I wake up to the ringing of my hotel room's telephone.
Sighing, I groan and sit up then pick it up from the bedside table.
“Mr. Johnson.” the caller says. “Will you have your breakfast in your room or downstairs at the restaurant?” she asks and I presume is one of the restaurant supervisors.
“In my room.” I answer without blinking an eyelid. I don't want to go down there then meet that damsel Emily who turned down my kind gestures yesterday night.
“Okay sir. Kindly give me five minutes and your breakfast will be there.”
I nod but I smirk when I realise that I'm not having a one on one conversation with whoever was calling.
Sighing, I replace the receiver and lie back on my bed.
Today is my last day here. I'm done with all the meetings and I've already boo
