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next month to six weeks.
The next door, to the right, revealed the master bedroom. It was much
bigger. The bed stood on a small rise; you had to climb three steps to
get into it. It wasn't large, but it looked very comfortable, and old.
I guessed it was an antique.
The room also had a luxurious bathroom, with a Jacuzzi tub, and separate
shower. The rest of the room contained two walk-in closets (one
revealed casual clothing, the other business attire), three plasma TVs,
audio equipment, lots of bookcases, and an antique desk. A laptop sat
on it, closed, and a phone with loads of buttons.
Two of the TV's switched on as soon as we entered, one showing a screen
split up in four views of several security cameras on the casino floor;
the other the lobby of the hotel.
We left the master bedroom, and checked out the last door; it was a
bathroom for visitors. Then we went back to the living room, and I took
a seat on one of the barstools while Michael walked around behind the
bar, asking me if I wanted anything to drink.
"Water, Evian if you have it."
"Check. Are you a health freak?" he asked, producing a bottle from a
stocked fridge filled to the brim with all sorts of beverages.
"No, I just like ice-cold water."
"How about Coke, beer or alcoholic preferences?"
"Cherry Coke, if it's available; I usually don't drink alcoholic stuff."
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