Vicky turned around and saw the hotel outside the window.
After making the payment, she stepped out of the car.
Before going into the room, she glanced at her phone once again, but there was nothing on the screen.
She put her phone away and went into the room to find herself in the familiar darkness.
The man was on the couch, watching television. Instead of financial news, he was watching entertainment news, and the broadcaster’s professional voice flowed out of the television.
"Sources suggest that the man who dined with Sheila Young was her rumored boyfriend..."
The room was quiet, which made the sound of the television even more distinct, and Vicky felt as though she was stung when she heard the news.
"You are five minutes late," the masked man said.
Vicky stood still for a few moments and walked over to the man, who gazed up at her darkly. "You should feel smug for toying with three men at the same time. Why do you look so gloomy?"
Vicky frowned. "Three men?"
"Tyler Hart,
