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Mort and the girl drove up to the entrance in a cab. The doorman opened the door, they got out, Mort paid the driver and then they proceeded to enter the hotel. They walked to the elevator and Mort pushed the button.
"What do you plan to do when you see them?" The girl asked.
"Probably hide behind you," Mort said. The elevator's doors opened and they entered. Then the doors closed.
Mort and the girl walked down the corridor, checking room numbers as they went. They almost reached the door of Suite 209-211 when it suddenly opened. They jumped back in alarm and hid behind a nearby wall.
A bellhop emerged, towing a baggage cart filled with suitcases. Mort and the girl came from their hiding place and entered the room. It was empty.
They quickly used the stairs for speed's sake. Panting, they stopped at the foot of the stairs and scanned the crowded lobby. But they saw no one so they made their way back to the entrance. Suddenly, Mort spotted his wife-- Correction: ex wife -- But Mr. Teddy-Weddy was nowhere to be seen. It didn't matter, though. Amy was the one he was after.
He pulled the girl to the side. "Whoa! That's her, that's her," Mort whispered. He looked at her. "Um... we should grab a taxi before she takes off," He said, looked back at Amy and felt a sadness inside.
He and the girl walked out to the street. Mort stood on the edge of the sidewalk, trying to hail down a cab. But it didn't stop. It was taken.
The girl glanced behind her and saw Amy leaving. "She's going," She announced.
Mort turned his head and looked at Amy as she placed her luggage in the trunk of a fancy car. He turned away and continued to scout out for a taxi.
Just then a red Lamborghini pulled up to the street. A rich man and his blonde bimbo emerged from the car. He left the key in the ignition and signaled the valet to park his car for him. Then he made his way into the hotel, the bimbo trailing behind.
Mort spotted a taxi coming down the street. It was his last chance. He jumped into the middle of the road, waving his arms like a madman at the coming vehicle. The taxi swerved out of the way before hitting him and honked, but it did not stop. Even though it was empty.
Mort, annoyed and frustrated by everything, slowly walked out of the middle of the street and back to the side. Meanwhile, Amy took off in her Mercedes.
The red Lamborghini drove out and stopped in front of him. Mort continued to scan the traffic. The girl, seated in the driver's seat looked at him. "Coming?" She asked.
Mort looked down casually to see where the voice was coming from. At the sight of the girl in the Lamborghini, he took a double take. He was confused and surprised at the same time. But dared not to ask questions. He needed a ride, and he needed it bad.
The girl leaned over and opened the passenger door for him. He got in, wordlessly and she took off before he could even manage to fully shut the door.
He took one last glance back at the hotel, knowing that he was committing a crime and felt guilty for it. But he didn't care.