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promuseboxing2014-03-13 01:44 pm
ambisinister) wrote in promuseboxing2014-03-13 01:44 pm
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It wasn't too often that Stiles got to do his work in classy locations. The people who wanted someone like him usually had him doing in house visits to lonely house wives or taking people looking for something naughty but not too shady to swinger clubs. He knew how he looked, took advantage of it even. Thankfully he'd dressed to fit the occasion in his nicest I'm Totally Not A Hooker clothes so he made it to the front desk without getting tossed out with security.
"Hey there," He leaned on the front desk for all of five seconds before the look the receptionist gave him had him straightening up. "I've got an... apppointment with Mr. Whittemore up in the luxury suite. Can you call it up to confirm?" The pursed lip look didn't go away but she picked up the phone and turned away from him. Looks like they didn't want to risk offending someone who was throwing money their way. Good to know.
All too quickly the receptionist hung up and gave him terse directions to the floor and room he'd want. "Thanks. And don't worry, I'll be gone in the morning. You won't even know I was here."
A short elevator ride later, Stiles was knocking on a door that probably cost more than his entire apartment combined. Who the hell put gold leaf on a freaking door anyways?
"Hey there," He leaned on the front desk for all of five seconds before the look the receptionist gave him had him straightening up. "I've got an... apppointment with Mr. Whittemore up in the luxury suite. Can you call it up to confirm?" The pursed lip look didn't go away but she picked up the phone and turned away from him. Looks like they didn't want to risk offending someone who was throwing money their way. Good to know.
All too quickly the receptionist hung up and gave him terse directions to the floor and room he'd want. "Thanks. And don't worry, I'll be gone in the morning. You won't even know I was here."
A short elevator ride later, Stiles was knocking on a door that probably cost more than his entire apartment combined. Who the hell put gold leaf on a freaking door anyways?