Annabelle strode into the vast, glamorous hotel and made her way to the receptionist's desk, still feeling lightheaded after leaving the pub.
Her vision blurred momentarily as she wobbled on the heels of her shoes.
She approached the receptionist's desk and pulled her phone from her purse.
"Welcome, miss. How can I assist you?" the receptionist asked in a professional tone.
"I'm here to see someone. He's in the room..." she trailed off, her eyes glued to her phone as she struggled to make out the room number. The digits appeared to blur together.
The receptionist watched her, perplexed.
"He's in room 2202. I have an appointment with him. Is he still there?" Annabelle asked.
"Hold on. I need to confirm if you're allowed up," the receptionist replied. They checked the system and saw that the VIP guest was still in his room. The receptionist picked up the landline connected to that room.
After two rings, the call connected.