The first floor is an enormous atrium, broken by columns lining the walls and the four stone stairways that ascend to the next level. Each woman silen...ly walks to the nearest stairway and ascends. For reasons they do not know, they cannot speak or make any sound in the atrium; it is powerfully enspelled into silence. Upon reaching the second floor, they make their way to a stone table in the center of the room, dropping packs on the ground as they gather. They each sit at a chair, still. "Mrs Lazlo," said Freddie, coolly, "I think you may have the wrong room. Possibly even the wrong hotel."She looked at him with a coy expression. Sprawled back against the pillows, a sheet pulled up almost to her neck, it was still obvious that she was naked."Please," she said, "call me Ilsa. Ilsa Lund. I always think it vulgar to mention my husband's name at times like these."Freddie sat down at the end of the bed. "Vulgar to mention his name but not to appear naked in another man's bed, Miss. With the right prodding, John would have it out of her before they were done with their salads. ————————- ‘Okay, Josh,’ Lisa’s voice said, bringing John out of his flashback. ‘I’ll meet you there. What’s up, John?’ she asked as she hung up the phone and turned to look at him. John was a taken aback at the flush in her face at the moment and couldn’t help but ask instead of giving his good news. ‘Is everything okay?’ ‘That was Josh. He wants me back and is going all out to get me back, too. He. Then, a couple of days beforehand, the company Claire and I worked for announced an important budget meeting for Office Managers on the day in question.I readily volunteered to take Claire's place. I worked for a different department and I wasn't an Office Manager anyway so I was free to take a day off. Although I had only met her a few times, I liked Claire's Aunt Delia. She seemed to have more similarities with Claire in terms of looks and personality than Claire's own mother.The day was.