Shelley Hastings (Character Study)
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sidhe_faerieShelley Hastings (Character Study)
Word Count: 341
GYWO Stop Challenge
The bleach blonde aooeared to be looking at the fashion magazine but she was actually watching the tall dark man by the front desk.
Shelley checked the photo she had hidden in her magazine. She had the right man but he didn’t seem to be up to anything unusual.
She closed her magazine and walked closer to the front desk to see if she can hear what he was up to instead.
“Here is your key card, Mr. Sullivan. I see your wife is also on the reservation.” The clerk said. “When will your wife be arriving?”
“She is on her way. She was delayed at her meeting.” Mr. Sullivan smiled at the clerk. “She will come straight up to the room.”
“Very good sir. Enjoy your stay.” The clerk waved over a bell hop. “Room 1255”.
“This way, sir.” The bellhop led the way to the elevator with the man’s suitcases.
Shelley went around the corner and took the freight elevator to the twelfth floor. She rounded the corner and got into position just as the elevator from the lobby opened.
The bell hop took the man to a suite and opened the door. Enjoy your stay here sir.
The man tipped him and went inside.
Shelley waited. She knew her client wasn’t coming so the wife had to either be an escort or a mistress.
A half an hour later, her patience was rewarded. A tall red head knocked on the door of 1255. She was dressed in a suit and heels.
The door opened and the man kissed his wife.
Shelley snapped a photo on her phone and sent it to her client. She didn’t expect the response that she got.
“That is my sister”
Shelley shook her head. “I don’t want to be at your table this thanksgiving. Damn.”
Shelley logged the call and the photo in her notebook. She went down stairs for a drink at the bar and maybe some dinner.
One more cheating husband busted. One more paycheck collected. Damn. She loved her job.
Word Count: 341
GYWO Stop Challenge
The bleach blonde aooeared to be looking at the fashion magazine but she was actually watching the tall dark man by the front desk.
Shelley checked the photo she had hidden in her magazine. She had the right man but he didn’t seem to be up to anything unusual.
She closed her magazine and walked closer to the front desk to see if she can hear what he was up to instead.
“Here is your key card, Mr. Sullivan. I see your wife is also on the reservation.” The clerk said. “When will your wife be arriving?”
“She is on her way. She was delayed at her meeting.” Mr. Sullivan smiled at the clerk. “She will come straight up to the room.”
“Very good sir. Enjoy your stay.” The clerk waved over a bell hop. “Room 1255”.
“This way, sir.” The bellhop led the way to the elevator with the man’s suitcases.
Shelley went around the corner and took the freight elevator to the twelfth floor. She rounded the corner and got into position just as the elevator from the lobby opened.
The bell hop took the man to a suite and opened the door. Enjoy your stay here sir.
The man tipped him and went inside.
Shelley waited. She knew her client wasn’t coming so the wife had to either be an escort or a mistress.
A half an hour later, her patience was rewarded. A tall red head knocked on the door of 1255. She was dressed in a suit and heels.
The door opened and the man kissed his wife.
Shelley snapped a photo on her phone and sent it to her client. She didn’t expect the response that she got.
“That is my sister”
Shelley shook her head. “I don’t want to be at your table this thanksgiving. Damn.”
Shelley logged the call and the photo in her notebook. She went down stairs for a drink at the bar and maybe some dinner.
One more cheating husband busted. One more paycheck collected. Damn. She loved her job.