73 The Prodigy

The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the facade of the luxurious hotel where Flora had just arrived. The revolving glass doors ushered her into the elegant lobby, adorned with marble floors and contemporary furnishings. Soft jazz music wafted through the air, complementing the subdued hum of chatter from guests enjoying the bar's offerings. Wearing a chic ensemble, Flora approached the reception desk with an air of confidence, ready to check in and unwind after a long day.The soft click of her heels echoed through the hallway as she approached. Tired from a day filled with meetings and presentations, she was looking forward to a quiet evening of relaxation. “Who’s that?” As Flora neared the reception desk, she couldn't help but notice the man moving through the lobby, making inquiries from various people. The curiosity bubbling within her prompted a discreet eavesdrop on the fragmentary conversations circulating around her. "He's asking