chpt 318

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After what seemed like forever, you finally found your way to the hotel...without anyones help cause they all seemed to ignore you. You walk in through the lobby and realized that Justin has the card to the penthouse. You ask the front desk worker for an extra card. The worker asks for your name and identification. You show him your id card and he hands you an extra card. You walk to the elevator and wait as the elevator doors open. When it opens, you step in, press the 35th floor button, and slid your card for access to the penthouse. Your head starts to pound. You groan and press your hand onto your forehead. Its enough that Justin yelled at you, now you have to worry about this damn headache. As soon as you hit the 35th floor, the elevator doors open and you step inside the penthouse. The elevator doors close behind you. You drop the shopping bags at the front door and start to remove your coat, hat, and gloves. The only thought in your mind was Justin. And for some reason, you hoped he didnt arrive before you did. You walk into the kitchen. You open the fridge and a small smile comes across your face when you see the fridge full of food. You start to look through the cabinets and found them also filled with food. You grab a cup of instant chicken soup. You open up the lid and pour water into it. You then placed it in the microwave for five minutes. The microwave bell rings as soon as its done. You take out the cup of soup and stir it with a spoon. You slowly walk up the stairs to the second floor and into the master bedroom. You sit on the bed and look out the bedroom window as you take spoons of soup into your mouth. Taking your mind off Justin as you gaze at the view of Chicago. You soon found yourself scraping the last noodles off the bottom of the cup. You place the empty cup onto the nightstand.

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