Author's Note- Sorry for the lateness, college life. If you don't understand now, you will later! Review, view and enjoy!
Olivia runs out the bathroom and leans over the rusted, metal water fountain in front of her. "What is happening to me" she says to herself splashing on her face, remembering that her left hand is sore and still shooting a sharp and hardly bearable pain through her body. "Great" she whispers, rolling her eyes at the redness of her and then looks around at the empty that was packed just a few moments again. "Guess no one cared to see how I was doing, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised" she sullenly thinks to herself thinking about everything that has occurred in the past couple hours. "Might as well enjoy my museum day seeing as though it is probably going to be one of my last" wiping her eyes and flexing her hand. "I always worked better by myself anyway" she shrugs and walks toward the counter to receive her all day pass and map. The woman at the counter also hands her a roll of tape for her hand a sympathetic smile, "Have a good day." Accepting the tape, she smiles back and proceeds to wrap her hand and give a small wave goodbye.
After two hours of touring the American and French Revolution exhibits, impressing the third graders with her fluent French finally works up an appetite and goes to the Biscotti Beanery on the fourth floor. There, Olivia finds a microwave to warm her jollof rice with seasoned, grilled chicken and takes a seat overlooking the museum and several of their main exhibits. The lunch hour crowd suddenly comes in packs arriving in all directions from the stairs and elevators. The teachers are getting their young students lined up in alphabetical order to get their food while the older students are in their 'tribes' waiting for the lines to clear up. Olivia then sees a emo-style girl scrolling through her phone and showing the girl next to her the phone, "I love that selfie! You have to post that on Instagram!" Hearing the girls talk about photos brings an unsettling knot in her stomach again, "What if that picture was real?"
To ease her fears, she pulls out her MacBook and finds the emails that Forrest sent. "Lujuso Hotel?" Olivia clenches her cellphone in her hands and remembers the time when she caught her parents slow dancing in the front of their small Christmas tree. Then the memory of her father coming home early from duty to surprise her mother with the wedding ring of her dreams flashed before her eyes. Olivia quickly nods her head and dials the hotel's number that she found on Google, "Hello, is this Lujuso Hotel?" "Yes, would you like to make a reservation" the receptionist responds while typing something in a computer. In the giddiest tone she can muster she responds, "No thank you, I just have a question about a guest that supposedly stayed here last night. I think it was somewhere else but you know, just to cover basis." "I understand how that can go, last week my best friend got her hotels mixed up and ended up having to pay double for what her original hotel was." "You don't say?" Olivia asks, happy that she has a rapport with the receptionist, "this will be easier that I thought" she thinks to herself. "It was a disaster! It's a long story but what was the name of the guest you are looking for?" "Serenity Wheeler-Taylor" Olivia replies, crossing her fingers and toes hoping that she is not a guest and that Forrest has just gotten good at Photoshop…
"Yes, our records show that a Serenity Wheeler-Taylor was checked in at this hotel yesterday. It also shows that a man named 'Duke Devlin' is also on the bill for the room. Was there anything else that you needed?" Fighting to choke back the tears welling in her eyes she says, "Yes, I know that most of the new hotels scan the driver's licenses of guests and seeing as though this hotel is only four years old, I would assume that this hotel does this?" "You got it" the pleasant voice on the other end of the phone confirmed. "The man that was with her; did he have green eyes, dark black spiky hair and a dice in his left ear." After a few seconds the receptionist asked, "Your questions are getting very specific. What is the true nature behind this phone call?" Having had enough backlash and accusations thrown at her for one day she snarls, "I'm trying to find out whether or not my mother is cheating on my father, a Japanese Army Medic who is out serving as we speak. So does this Duke Devlin fit the description of the man that I just described?"
"Yes."