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My anger washes over etting into a new room A nicer room Maybe a presidential suite, on Evan’s tab, of course Ser A short, stout man comes out from behind a closed door

“Can I help you?” he asks

“Yes,” I say, ot rade our room”

“Certainly Mrs” he pauses

“Gallagher,” I respond He looks at the co to hi bedroom suite with balcony and ocean views available”

“That will be perfect,” I beauests,” I say, thinking of how else I can make Evan’s bank account miserable

“Of course” He smiles as he hands me a key card “I will have the suite ready for you in half an hour”

“Excellent”

Swiftly rounding upintoas quickly as I came in

I rapidly make my way to the other side of the hotel and open the door to s near the end of the bed, I move toward the hotel phone and dial Brenda’s cell

“Hello,” she murmurs

“It’s me I switched rooms”

“Oh h

“No, not really,” I ht?”

“I kneas up to no good, but I didn’t see that one co,” she says, still in shock