Fear Me P.JM

🌼On a mission🌼

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The Pharoah is a privately-owned hotel located about a mile away from the Birds of Paradise Community. It's opulent, about 45-floors high, and oh-so luxurious. It outdoes the Hyatt, Marriot, Hilton combined together.

I step into the lobby heading straight for the front desk.

A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows looks up. "Yes?"

"I'm looking for Mimi," I say trying my best to sound tough.

"Mimi who?"

That's right...Most people have last names.

"Um, just Mimi?"

The man suddenly nods. "Ah, yes. Mimi. She's on the 45th floor."

"What room number?"

The man raises an eyebrow. "There's only one room."

"Of course!" I say. "Well, thanks."

"No one but guests of the hotel may go into the rooms."

There's always a catch, isn't there.

"Or we must receive permission from the guests themselves to allow non-guests to go up."

"Ah."

"Would you like me to call her?"

I shake my head. She wouldn't let me in anyways.

"Thank you, but no," I say and I walk into the lounge area and take a seat.

Alright, Nikito. Incognito time.

You could sneak onto the elevator...I look up and there are bellboys standing by each of the 8 elevators.

No.

You could scale the wall on the side of building...I turn around and look at the windows.

Yeah right.

I watch a maid come out from the fire escape stairway...

Or...you can take the stairs.

Stairs...

And with several swift, sneaky moves of mine, I successfully get through the door to the stairway.

YES! I'M POWERFUL.

🌼 ⏩🌼 25 minutes later ⏩🌼⏩

Okay.

I'M DYING.

Only 10 more steps...

And I will have trudged up...

Forty.

Five.

Freaking.

Flights.

Of.

Stairs.

I'm practically crawling now, moving at such a glacial pace, someone could possibly think I was moving backwards. Upon reaching the highest floor of the building, I grab the door handle, but not before collapsing onto the floor for a minute.

Just kill me now. Send in Agent B to get the information from Mimi. Agent A is down. I repeat, Agent A is down.

But I miraculously revive after catching my breath.

I'm going to feel those 45 flights of stairs tomorrow...

Opening the door to the floor, I see no one is there and I step out. A large double door made of some type of dark, and most likely expensive, wood is the first thing I spot.