Fuss

Riccardo walked back into the Resort's housing unit. Elma followed too. She could recall him saying before the Rissa situation that their flight was due to take off at 4.15. Right now it was barely 3.49, so she did not understand why Riccardo had to subject himself to taking such long strides amidst stomping the floor as he strode toward the lift.

'What's gotten him so worked up?' Elma mused to herself as she took such calculated steps behind him. He was right now some several feet away from her. Still, she could feel the heat from his erratic walks and his heavy mood altogether. Something was certainly eating him up.

She soon saw him getting inside a vacant elevator in the West wing of the lobby and rather than rush on to meet him, she simply stood in one place and watched as the electronic doors to the lift gradually shut before her face.

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Riccardo started to put a call through to his consigliere the moment he got off at his Suite floor.