Greg Meets Ric

[~Song Recommendation: All Out Of Love by Francis Greg ft. Music Travel Love version~] 

The resort's beachfront faces west, so the sunrise isn't as breathtaking as it might be on the east coast. Instead, it offers a gentle start to the day as the light gradually fills the sky—a sharp contrast to the mood of a newly awakened guest dealing with a relentless, throbbing headache and an empty bed.

Greg slowly got up, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of Cammy's dress, shoes, or 

pouch. Finding nothing, he scoffed, "She left… DAMN IT!" In frustration, he grabbed a beer can from the floor and hurled it across the living room.

He picked up the resort's service phone and dialed for room service. When the attendant arrived, Greg's expression soured.

"Where are the staff from last night?" he demanded.

"Their shift ended at five, sir."

"Do you know someone named Cammy? The attendants last night seemed familiar with her."