About fifteen minutes later,
Nicole, her cup water and toothbrush in hand, ran back to the front desk.
Moreover, beneath her arm, she had added a pale yellow file bag which appeared to contain only a few documents.
"Move aside."
Without planning to come in from the side, she warned Ronald.
Supporting herself on the front desk's surface with one hand, she vaulted directly over the counter.
For Nicole, a meter-plus tall counter was no barrier whatsoever.
She landed easily and steadied her feet.
She first stuffed her wash items into the front desk cabinet and began searching through other areas.
Searching through the cabinet at the front desk, the corners on the floor, the bedding on the bed,
as if she'd forgotten something while sleeping.
Soon, Nicole found what she was looking for.
From beneath her crumpled pillow, she pulled out a similarly creased card.
With a triumphant smile curling on her lips, she handed the card to Ronald:
"Here, take this."
"What is this..."