Page 49 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
I thought about it for a while, remembering another fact that had gone unexplained. I decided to tell her about it. “Someone made the room reservation two hours before we went up. When I left, they informed me that everything had already been paid for in advance.”
“Two hours in advance? I think I would remember if we had done that.”
“Yeah, me too. I need to find out who did it. Maybe it's someone on the inside, and if it is, we still have a spy working for the Harrises.”
She looked away, thoughtful, looking worried, and I completely agreed with her. The thought that someone inside could be spying on us was a bit scary.
If that was the case, we needed to find out who it was. Although I had no idea how I would do that.
“What if we go to the hotel?” she asked suddenly, looking back at me.
I didn't want to misinterpret that; God was my witness. But I had to admit that my first mental image was of the two of us finishing what we had left pending that night.
“Michael, are you listening to me?”
Only then did I realize that I had gotten distracted in my thoughts. However, just a second of thinking properly about the question made me finally understand her intention with that.
“Do you think I can find out something by going there? I could go tomorrow.”
“I don't know, but maybe we can ask some questions to employees who were working that day. It would also be interesting to try to find out who made the reservations and how the Harris lawyers got the security footage.”
“That makes sense. But you don't have to go with me. At least that's not part of our deal.”
“It's not because of the agreement. I also had my images leaked.”
“Yes. And it would be horrible if your grandmother saw that,” my comment had an ironic tone, but she didn't seem to notice.
“Oh, don't even tell me, it really would be.”
I laughed and she blinked, not understanding.
“No, it wouldn’t. Your grandmother loves you very much. It would take a lot more than a video of you dancing in an elevator to make her disappointed in you.”
Camila grimaced.
“So the leaked footage includes the elevator dance, huh? I hate that I remember that part.”
“It wasn't that bad.”
“No. What came next was certainly much more embarrassing.”
She was right. Entering the room with all that fire consuming us and, once inside, simply falling asleep was an unprecedented occurrence in my life.
But... Did Camila’s remark mean that she actually wanted to go through with it?
Or that she wished she’d never gone in there with me at all?
It was a question that, for the sake of our friendly coexistence, was better left unasked. Just mentioning the elevator dance part had already made her face turn completely red.
Clearly wanting to end the matter, she stood up, reiterated her thanks for the flowers and turned around, heading towards the elevator.
Before she got there, however, I called out to her, “Hey!” She stopped, turning her neck back to look at me. “I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now: how do you have the password to my elevator?”
“I saw you typing that day you brought Smith and me here.”
“Wow... you have a good memory for numbers, then.”
“Not so much. But in this case, it was easy. 0529. Oh-five, twenty-nine. It happens to be my birthday, May 29th.”
