“Hello, William.” If someone wore a name tag, Annie would always refer to them by name. It made people feel less anonymous.
“You are in the Montavista Villa.”
“Yes. Thank you.” She followed him outside, then down a winding sidewalk to her private villa. Once inside, he rested her suitcase on the ottoman. “Will there be anything else?”
“No, thank you.” She handed him a tip.
The first thing she did was remove the wig, pull out the Styrofoam holder from her suitcase, and neatly place the locks on top. She then changed into a jogging suit, not that she planned on jogging anywhere. Several minutes later, there was a knock on the door. “Room service.”
As she passed herself in the mirror, she remembered she had taken off her wig. Realizing it would be too much of a hassle to put it on correctly without it looking like a wig, she grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around her head.
“Good evening, Ms. Dresden. Where shall I place your dinner?”
“How about outside?” She walked toward the sliding doors of the patio where the server placed the tray.
“Will there be anything else?” he asked politely.
“No. This should do it.” She handed him a tip. She preferred giving people cash rather than putting it on the check. They got the money right away, and it wasn’t taxed.
She removed the stainless-steel cover from her plate. It sure looked yummy. She dove right into the juicy, cheesy sandwich.What was it about melted cheese? It was a party in her mouth. Between bites, she sent off a text to Fergus to let him know she’d arrived and was in the middle of a sandwich orgy.Don’t tell Charles. :) See you in a few.
She had just enough time to wash her hands and remove evidence of her feast from her chin.
At the appointed time, everyone involved logged in: Myra; Izzie and Yoko from Florida; Kathryn and Annie from Arizona; Charles and Fergus at Pinewood; Nikki in Virginia; and Maggie, airborne, en route back to Florida.
Myra began, “Since Izzie and Yoko have had the most exposure to the site, let’s start with them.”
Izzie described the inordinate amount of security cameras installed everywhere, including the bathroom.
“Isn’t that illegal?” Maggie asked. “Sounds like an invasion of privacy.’
“Itisillegal,” Nikki responded.
“Then why are they allowed to do it?” Maggie asked.
“Most people wouldn’t know. They usually hide them in a vent,” Charles said.
“That’s where I spotted it,” Yoko responded.
“One must ask, why? They are either hiding something or protecting something,” Fergus added.
“I can’t imagine what they would be protecting in a bathroom,” Annie said.
“Toilet-paper thieves?” Maggie quipped.
“If we were still in lock-down for COVID, I could understand. But happily, we are not,” Myra said.
“The restaurant was rife with cameras. It was as if they were watching everyone’s every move.”
“There were a number of them in the warehouse, but that’s understandable. Seriously, though, bathrooms? Maybe they think someone is going to try to steal something and shove it in their pants?”
“I’d like to see the pants that could hide a toilet.” Charles chuckled.
“I think I did,” Yoko chimed in. “The jumpsuits we wear are enormous.”
“And you are not,” Annie reminded her.
“Correct. I guess they grow them big in Pensacola,” Yoko joked, which drew a laugh from the crowd.
