AN: Two on one day, because I will have so much stress in the next week, I don't know if I can post regularly.
Damn the opera!
When I lost hope
You were there to remind me
This is the start
(Four days)
"Flooded?"
"Yes, flooded."
"In New York City?"
"Yes, in New York City."
"Stop mimicking me. Alright, and what are you gonna do about it?"
"We try everything we can, ma'am, but there is no chance that we have the room dry and ready in less than a week."
Martha sighed and hung her head.
"I just stopped by, asking for my son's, Richard Castle's, wedding, and you tell me now that the ballroom is not available for the reception?"
"We left a message on Mr Castle's phone."
"Has he answered yet?"
Before the man behind the counter could open his mouth, Martha shut him up with a raise of her hand.
"Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question." She looked around. "This is a hotel, don't you have any other rooms avaiable?"
"Not for an event like this."
"There's just 150 guests."
The man raised one eyebrow.
Martha tipped her little purse on the counter and rose one finger for him to listen.
Listen properly.
"We cancel our reservation. I expect the papers in two hours straight at the given adress. And be assured- this wasn't the worst. Your mistake has a tail you can't even see the end of yet."
And with a huff she turned around and left the hotel, not seeing how the man got slapped on the back of his head by his collegue, who had just been reading Frozen Heat.
u-_-u
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