Regina
I took the train to New York City, and then caught a taxi from the train station to the upscale Remmington Hotel, which was just a few blocks' walk from the offices of Triton Publishing House. I stayed there often enough that I knew most of the staff by face, if not by name, and they all knew me, as well.
“Welcome back Ms. Coolidge, your room is all ready for you.” Sven, the pasty-looking middle-aged man who worked at the front desk gave me a broad smile that lifted his cheeks up like a joker character. It would be creepy if I didn’t already know that he was a really nice guy who had a sweet wife and three grown daughters. I didn’t even have to pull out the Triton company credit card to pay for the room, because they already had it on file on their computer.
Sven passed me two
