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Christ almighty. Focus.
“Hello.” I smile, secretly hoping he will rush to take me in his arms.
“Hi,” he murmurs before turning back to his computer. My heart drops and I stand nervously waiting for his instruction. God, this isn’t going to work at all.
“Mac, did you see that email?” Jack asks. “I came back to make sure you did.”
“Which one,” he replies, distracted.
“Vikinos is flying in on the 29th.”
Macs eyes fly up to Jack and then to me… Shit.
“Rosh can you give us a minute?” he asks.
“Um, sure. Do you have a bathroom up here I could use?”
He frowns distracted. “Yeah, up the corridor to the left.”
“Thanks.”
I turn and walk up the corridor. Shit, I wanted to hear that conversation. The 29th. How many days away is that? I don’t even know what fucking day it is. I scan the office for a key board or something. Nothing. I walk up the corridor and see two offices. I bite my lip and turn back toward the men. Can they hear me if I open this door?
Shit.
I slowly open the door and it’s empty except for staff lockers. I move onto the next room and open the door. My mouth drops open.
Bingo.
The whole back wall is a board with keys that have numbers above them.
Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to get caught. I quickly scan for the one I want.
Where is it? Where is it? My eyes dart around frantically, and finally, on the bottom right corner, I find the first one and then the other.
* * *
1140 and 1289
* * *
I take the keys and I walk back to the door and look back.
Damn it.
It is blatantly obvious that the top key is missing. What do I do? My eyes widen. I know. I take out my room key and quickly slide it from its key ring and put it onto the hook below the number 1140. The second key is not so noticeable as it is on the top row. I then slide the container key onto my room key ring… nobody will ever know.
I slip out of the room and then duck into the bathroom. I sit on the toilet with an over the top smile on my face.
James Bond, eat your heart out.
* * *
He lies next to me in bed as he reads his book. The room is darkened, lit only by the lamp by the bed. It’s 10pm and he’s in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. I am showered and smelling like soap, naked, yet he hasn’t even looked in my direction.
He’s different.
Something has changed.
