The air was cold, and the environment was even more frigid. Blair stepped out of the car, her hands tightening around her frame. The luxury hotel carried a spectacular view, but her mind was too occupied by pressing matters to appreciate its beauty. The front desk recognized her at a glance.
"Mr. Donovan is waiting," the manager said, handing over the room key. Blair could feel her body tense up, but it was now or never. She took the elevator and quickly got to the fifth floor. Room 345 was not difficult to find. She stood before the door, drew a long breath, her fingers tightened around the doorknob, and her body trembled, but then she braced herself.
"I am not a patient, somebody, Mrs. Marge," a voice echoed. Blair smiled faintly but pushed open the door. The room was spectacular; its unique color combinations and moonlit view stood out.
"Have a seat," Donovan said, extending his hands as she exited the bedroom. Blair was in no mood to sit.
