Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

I continued to stare at the door whilst I collected my thoughts up...what the hell was that?!

I turned around slowly and backed away from the door, I headed down the corridor, my heart still pumping.

I got to the end where I pressed the button for the elevator, the stupid annoying automated woman's voice spoke as the doors opened up for me.

'Doors open.'

I huffed, "Yes...I see that." I spoke back. Then feeling a little silly, it was an elevator, it couldn't hear me.

I pressed the ground floor button, I wanted to see everything!

It took about 2 minutes for the elevator to get there.

'Doors open.' Said the robot woman's voice.

"Oh yeah!" I whispered sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

As I stepped out of the elevator I was met by an enormous crowd of bustling people, some pushing golden coloured bag carriers, some of them weaving around with drinks trays and most of them were residents staying at the hotel, I looked around in awe, most of them wearing designer outfits, real fur coats, Versace dresses for the women and tailor made suits for the men...and here I was in skinny jeans and a white shirt.

I walked into the amidst of the crowd, I spotted a large golden coloured glass door at the end of the lobby, one of those where you have to walk round in circles which was surrounded my tuxedo dressed concierges, I spotted a huge mahogany desk at the rear end, lined with gold and ruled by snobbish desk workers, handing out keys to various people and answering the odd phone call.

To the left I saw a grande bar, lined with leather stools, taken up by millionaire males all drinking some kind of liquor, I approached and watched as bar staff expertly mixed cocktails and poured gin into glass tumblers, I glanced at the people, looking around until I made eye contact with a muscular, suited man, he looked like a bouncer, he was glancing at me, with a finger to his ear, appearing to be muttering something.