(Alaric's POV)
Standing outside 704, my brows wrinkled into a frown. The door was ajar, and the custodians alongside the sanitisation staff were busy clearing up and disinfecting the room. I double checked the numerical signs displayed on the plate, which read 7-0-4.
Knowing how excellent my memory is, there is no way I will be getting the room number incorrect. 'Did that human give me the wrong room number, then?' It definitely has to do with the person serving at the reception desk. 'Utterly careless and negligent~ …. Tskkk … truly despicable.
As I was busy inside my head, one of the cleaning staff noticed me and asked, "Sir, what can I~ … help you with?"
"Didn't this room get assigned to the person named Fabian Stephens?" I asked, my face scrunched.
I noticed a subtle shift in his expression, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. He replied with a strained smile, "Sir, Mr. Stephens has already been discharged."
