Cossy approached the elegant hotel's front desk with her practiced smile and the folder containing Berry's identity information tucked under her arm.

"Good afternoon," she said to the desk clerk, a young woman with perfectly styled hair and a professional demeanor. "I'm here to deliver some urgent work documents to one of your guests. Theo Garrett. Could you please tell me his room number?"

The clerk looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, but we don't give out guest room numbers for privacy and ...