Viola“Hi, Miss Viola, the checkout time is ten, that's about thirty minutes from now. We’d like to know when you'll be leaving so we can send in the cleaners,” the receptionist said over the phone.I was in the bathroom when the phone rang, and I had to run out to answer it. My hair was still dripping, so I held it up while I thought about my next step. I don't have a house to go back to, my bank accounts have been frozen, and my boyfriend is a ba*stard cheat.I used all the money on me to pay for the night, and now that the hotel wants me out, I have to come up with a plan, or I'd be on the streets in thirty minutes.“Ma’am? Are you there?” the lady called out.I didn't have an answer yet and was about to hang up when my eyes suddenly wandered to the bed. The money Mr. Rude stranger gave me was still lying there, carelessly. Just then, I knew what I had to do.“You know what? I'd be booking for a week.” I finally found my voice.“Okay ma'am, do you need anything? Food, drinks…”“Yes
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