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?”
Breathing hard, Billie turned back toward Room 7. She would do the scene. She would laugh, apologize, and let the cameras roll. She would be the good little actress.
He tossed the key onto the bed. “New plan. You’re going to walk out of here, tell Greg you found the wrong room, and ask for the basement key. That’s where your real scene is. And you never saw me. Understand?” FakeHostel - Billie Star - An Honest Mistake -2...
“You saw nothing,” he growled, turning the key over. “But since you’re here…” He gestured to the cash. “You think I’m stupid? You think this is a hostel ?”
Billie nodded, her heart hammering. She reached for the door. Billie’s improv training kicked in
Greg just slid a heavy brass key across the lacquered wood. “Figure it out.”
Her blood chilled. Greg had sent her to the wrong floor. This wasn’t the fake setup. This was real. I’m… I’m just an actress
But she would never, ever use a master key again.
The man’s eyes went cold. “Wrong room, sweetheart.”
“What other room?” Billie whispered.
She took the key. The scene was supposed to be simple: she’d walk to Room 7, “accidentally” unlock Room 9 instead, and find a handsome stranger (a guy named Max) in the shower. The “honest mistake” would lead to a flustered apology, a dropped towel, and the usual choreography.