One Spilled Drink Sweet Revenge
Language: en
The morning I checked out, I was just waiting for the routine release of my incidental deposit when the receptionist slammed my room key onto the marble counter. She told me the sheets were stained. My hundred-dollar hold was being confiscated. I immediately tried to explain that I had knocked over a glass of water late last night while working, but she let out a sharp, breathless laugh. Her eyes dragged over me, heavy with absolute disgust. "Water? You think I was born yesterday?" Her lips twisted into a sneer. "I was on the graveyard shift. I saw the revolving door of men going in and…