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There are different aspects of time when we live differently in different situations but everyone gets a lifetime moment to prove to themselves that they are not made up of mud or dirt that they have something brilliant in their mind that they have the power to stand for themselves.
I breathed again when the cab stopped at its venue.
A glorious and expensive hotel was right ahead of me.
All the past connections with these luxurious places make me anxious.
The first time I arrived at a hotel was to have an encounter with Mr Jensen.
The second time I arrived at a hotel I got a declaration from Mr Jensen's girlfriend.
The third time I arrived at a hotel Mr Jensen and Mr steward got in a fight and the fourth time. Well, an explosion occurred making the whole hotel collapse.
Shit! How can I forget Mr Steward? I need to ask him for support. He is a respectable man and at least better than Mr Jensen.
I need to search for him. He was in London too at that time. So there are chances of him knowing the whole truth.
Who exploded the hotel? Where is Mr Jensen? Is he alive or dead?
"My money?"
"Give me my money I have to go!"
Then there were several honking,
Oh no! I forgot about the can driver, I was so exhausted in glorifying my mess that I forgot everything, even the existence of the driver.
"Here take this!" I gave him the money and adjusted myself in a composure manner.
The dress was too short in red colour. I have to pull it down a little so that my legs would not be at full display.
And my neckline was visible. When I reached the entrance the two bodyguards kept staring at me for almost half an hour only to make me realise I am not allowed to go inside.
"But I am invited here,"
"And who invited you Ms?" The tall one with his quirky eyes raised his eyebrows to make me more terrified.
"Well, I don't know the name!" It was cold outside, I should have brought my coat here, things are getting blemish second by second
"Then I am sorry Ms. you are not allowed to get in there!"
What should I do now? I need money for my mother's treatment. I am not going to let her become blind when her daughter is alive.
Oh yes, that card! I need to show these bodyguards that card which was given by the manager to me.
"Here take this!"
They snatched it away from me when one of them kept looking at me with his greedy eyes while licking his lower lip and the second one went inside to talk with the manager of the hotel.
I saw them getting involved in a discussion then the manager had a conversation on the phone.
"Welcome Madam," they let me get in.
But I was a little curious about all the processes.
To whom did the manager talk maybe he had a conversation with the person who is in room number 39?
Or maybe he called the police?
I can think about it another time, from now on I have to focus on earning money to save my mother.
I closed my eyes, took a long breath, rubbed my palms in encouragement and walked straight.
and If I have to walk straight, I have to maintain composure, a subtle thing that a woman always wants to do despite how many eyes were scanning at her from head to toe.
Men we're glaring because my dress is too short! But still, they have no right to glance at me as they do in the x-ray machine shamelessly, and women were watching because their men were glancing at me.
These women should slap their men on their heads!
I don't understand these men! Why do they glance at a woman's body too much! What's special about it?
I mean I have not stared at a man shamelessly from head to toe.
Or maybe I did it only for a single time.
Yes, I check out Mr Jensen when he was with me. However, we were pretending to be lovers at that time and lovers are ought to stare at partners as long as they want.
I stumbled a little but regain my composure again, I didn't want to make any noises here.
I walked towards the elevator, and within a second I was inside it.
There were town women, both in mid of their forties, glaring at me with their old eyes.
"Did you hear Ashley Brooke is missing with Mr. blake Jensen too?"
"You know what I think? That poor Ashley girl killed Mr Jensen and now she is nowhere to be found.
"She must have fled to the country to save her life. Or maybe she has hidden in the crowd. "
"But why would she kill him? When he always supported him?"
"Money darling, she was with him only for money."
"But how can you be so sure?"
"I know these types of girls. They lure powerful men with the charm of their beauty so that one day they will snatch away everything from them,"
"But why she does do everything in London? She could have done it here in New York too!"
"When the supermodel Sophia made her entry to that hotel, Ashely couldn't resist herself, maybe she realised at that time that she is nothing ahead of Sophia and she will never be able to beat her in any circumstance so she killed Mr Jensen!"
"Oh, I see. These underprivileged people don't deserve anything!"
Yes. Underprivileged souls like me don't deserve anything. They can only do is a struggle throughout their lives so that one day A billionaire like Mr Jensen come and snatch everything from us.
I am jealous of Sophia?
Did I kill Mr Jensen?
"Oh, that's rubbish!"
Oops! I think I blurted out a little loud because these women were staring at me as they will kill me from their threatening gaze.
"And you????"
But I can see in the corner of their eyes was astonishment, they were thrilled to see a girl in the dress which I was wearing.
"I am a supermodel," and with that, I walked away leaving their mouth hanging open.
Let them brisk in their jealousy and in the struggle to understand where they have seen me before.
I have reached the floor where room number 39 was.
My heart was pondering so fast, it was fidgeting all the time while taking a step.
What if I do something wrong and lose the only chance to earn money?
What if I fall on the floor while making myself a laughing stock?
Room number 39 was ahead of me glorified with temptation and I was burning from the anxiousness of my life.