She nodded rapidly. “Yeah! The ‘honest mistake’ is a bit. I was supposed to walk in on a guy named Max, not… whatever this is.”
Billie nodded, her heart hammering. She reached for the door.
Billie’s improv training kicked in. “Wait! I’m not a cop. I’m… I’m just an actress. Look, there’s a camera in the hallway. This whole building is a set. FakeHostel? Ever heard of it?” FakeHostel - Billie Star - An Honest Mistake -2...
The room was dark, smelling of leather and cheap cologne. And standing in the middle, shirtless, was not Max.
He took a step forward. The floorboard groaned. “There is no Room 7. Not on this floor.” She nodded rapidly
Greg just slid a heavy brass key across the lacquered wood. “Figure it out.”
“One more thing,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “When you get to the basement, don’t take the left hallway. That’s not a set.” I was supposed to walk in on a
She didn’t ask why. She just ran.