A Brush With Death

"It's no trouble at all. I'll get you a room now," the receptionist responded. At that moment, Adrienne was an angel in her eyes. When she received their IDs without any further argument, she was almost moved to tears. The receptionist commenced the registration swiftly. Upon receipt of the payment, she made preparations and handed over two access cards to them. "Dear customers, your room number is 8818. You may take the elevator on the left to the eighth floor." Jefferson still looked indifferent, while Adrienne took their IDs and access cards, saying, "Thank you!" ...... "Give me a deluxe single room." After the receptionist watched Jefferson and Adrienne walk into the elevator, another man appeared in front of the counter when she turned around. To be more specific, it was a man who looked a little cold, yet handsome. What sort of luck was this? The receptionist wondered. Would handsome men fall from the sky in stormy weather? The receptionist had been scolded by Jefferson earlier o