Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Michael's P.O.V.

The muffled shouts of people from behind the door were still in hearing range, but luckily we were out of their way now.

I looked over to Grace who looked a little dumbstruck.

"Jesus..." she hissed.

I grabbed her hand and walked out of the back room, "Did they hurt you?" I asked.

She shook her head, "What about you?" She asked.

I laughed a little, "Nah."

A tall, well built, well dressed man approached us, the manager.

"Mr, Jackson, sir!" He exclaimed, reaching out a hand for me to shake.
I shook it, nodding and smiling.
"I hope you had a safe journey, your rooms are on the very top floor, the floor is reserved for you and your people only. If you need anything, you know to call us. I hope you enjoy your stay with us! Here are your keys, your personal room is number 170! Thank you Mr. Jackson." He nodded and walked off.

I looked at Grace again and she raised an eyebrow at me, "He was weird..." she said.

I laughed, "Why?!" I asked.

"I dunno, just was!" She laughed.

I shook my head laughing and went on the search for a lift.

"What about Ray?" She asked.

"He's gone to park up, and get our luggage." I explained, "He'll be here soon!"

I found a lift and pressed the button, we waited for it to arrive, the doors slid open with a ping noise, we walked in and the doors slid closed once again, 'Lift going up' an automated woman's voice said.