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Olivia

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Olivia

"Your room will be B122." I smile, giving the room key to a lady who was checking in.

I wait for more people to check in as I scroll through my phone.

I'm not really suppose to be on my phone, but as long as I am not on it infront of people it shouldn't be that big of a deal right?

As I continue to scroll I recieve a text from Chris.

Maurice🙄: I may be a little late picking you up from work.

After I respond to his message, I mentally sigh to myself and close my phone.

"Miss, I'm ready to check into my room." A man says as he stood there, which I didn't even notice.

He was very short, around my height, so about 5'4. He had a black hat on that slightly covered his eyes, and his skin complexion was like a chocolate brown, which were covered in a bunch of tattoos.

"Oh yes. Sir what is your name, so I can check you in." I ask him.

"Tory" he says in a low tone.

"I need your last name sir." I look up to him.

"All you need to know is Tory, the rest of my info should be up there."

"Umm ok..." I look at the computer and focus to try and find his info. I don't see shit. I hope this nigga aint no muderer or some crazy type shit.

After scrolling for some time, I finally see his information.

"So your staying here for 2 weeks." I say and he just nods.

"Ok great, here is your key. And your room is B135. Enjoy the rest of your day." I hand him the key and as soon as he reaches to grab it I notice his tattoo symbol on his hand. It was an umbrella with two circles around it.

He grabs his luggage and glances at me before walking off. I get a weird chill up my spine. That was weird...

"You cooking tonight?" Chris asks me as he puts aside some supplies.

"I don't really feel like it, but I will if you need me to." I sit on a wooden box to rest my feet from work all day.

It was currently 10 o'clock at night. Chris and some of his crew had to handle the last set of shipments to be sent off by the morning. He picked me up from work and we came straight to the trap house right after.

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