A woman in her mid-twenties, with her air pods plugged into her ears, emerged from an airport, and her eyes darted among the fleets of cars, one of which was supposed to be her taxi. She dragged a travel box behind her.
“Are you Mrs. Rene?” A man walked up to the lady and asked.
She took off an air pod, “Sure, you must be the driver,” she said, accessing him from head to toe.
He nodded with a smile to overlook the look she gave him.
“The car is this way,” he said, leading the way.
They got in the car, and the driver revved the car into motion, driving them to a hotel. The car pulled to a halt in front of the hotel, and Mrs. René stepped out of the car. The driver stepped out of the car and helped her with her bag.
She walked into the hotel, glancing at each corner of the hotel as she
