There’s a young girl assigned at the lobby on the 23rd floor. Everytime we go in and out of our room, she’s just standing by a tiny table beside the elevators. We always said hi to her and chatted for a while while we waited for the elevator or upon seeing her when the elevator door opens.
She’s 21 years young and her name is Cassey.
She knew that we were checking out the following morning. While Edmund was sleeping and I was watching CNN at about 11 pm, she slipped this note under our door.
