Y/N's POV
It has been two days since the incident with the unknown man. I continued work as normal, no one suspecting a thing and luckily he was nowhere in sight.
I was just minding my own business at the reception of the hotel when I notice a foreign couple walk into the hotel while holding hands and looking at each other as if in love. They seem very happy so I assumed that it was their honeymoon. They walk up to me and I smile at them.
"How can I help today?" I ask politely, "Room for two?"
"Yes please, thank you," the man says, handing me his credit card.
"You will be in Room 182, here is your key card," I say, passing him his credit card and key card, "enjoy your stay!"
"Thank you!" The kind lady says, smiling as her husband held her waist while walking to the elevator with their bags.
After the couple leave, I see a suspicious man making his way to me with a bag slung across his chest. He was wearing a long black coat, with a black hat and mask. He was fully covered with long black pants and black leather shoes. Silver earrings dangled from his ears. He almost looked as if he were a part of a mafia.
"Hi how can I-," I start, putting on a friendly smile.
"I will keep this short," the man rudely interrupts, "Here, take this and give me the key to room that couple went into." He passes me a stack of cash to which I gasp in surprise. I can't take this. What if he is doing something illegal? I could get in a lot of trouble!
"S-sorry, I can't accept that much money, or tell you the information," I stutter nervously, was he going to attack me if I did not do anything?
"Sweetie I am going to need you to tell me which room they are in or else there will be consequences," the man whispers seductively, leaning forward into my ear.
I shiver against his warm breath against my neck and nod quickly. I did not want to know the consequences. Taking a sticky note out from the drawer I scribble 182 and pass him a spare key card.
"Good girl..." the man says, nodding towards me as he pulled away from my neck, "see you."
And with that, he disappears.
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After my shift as a receptionist, I go to the locker rooms and change into my cleaner outfit and head to the 6th floor to clean up some rooms. I exit the lift and am immediately greeted with shouts and gunshots coming from Room 182. The door gets pushed open harshly and the man from before walks out, holding a bloody knife and gun. I can't move. We stare at each other. Then he smiles and calmly walks towards me as I slowly back away into my cleaning cart.
"Cheaters...am I right?" He whispers sadistically, leaning closer to me and extending his arm behind me to pick up something, "you did not see anything here, got it?"
I nod quickly, too scared to speak while he wiped the blood off his face and threw the cloth back into my cart.
"See you around...Y/N"
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Seven Choices
FanfictionPhotography was just a hobby. Y/N's real job, at a hotel, was what she had to manage with. Money was tight for Y/N. Her dreams of being a professional photographer and attending her dream university were way out of reach. But this year, luck seems t...
