At this point, all she faced was confusion in her mind. It was hard to comprehend what they were both doing in this hotel and the lobby of rooms.
"Surely this isn't any meeting of theirs.." she could bet on her life because they appeared so cool and distressed, not the kind of attitude which they carry while going in any meeting.
Without any further delay, Amaira took the elevator to come back on the ground floor to arrive at the reception.
"Um… May I know who is actually staying in room number 302…" she was unsure whether the lady at the desk could help her in this.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but this is against our guidelines. We can't let out the name of the guest to anyone outside." The receptionist made an apologetic face.
"B-but.. it's urgent. Moreover, this entire hotel belongs to the Johnson group. You know my identity as well.." Amaira's desperation was very much clear via her voice.
