“Room seventeen forty-five.” This guy has all the personality of a dead president. And I don’t mean the bank robbers. Doesn’t matter though. He’s given me the information I wanted (on the fourth try, but still) and now I don’t have to waste any more of my life getting the information.

“Thank you.” I force it out. Have to be polite always. That’s what my mother always taught me. Be polite, even when you’re upset. Because you never know when it will come in handy, ...