Steph blinked, leaning against the side of the elevator. Had she just zoned out? Or fell asleep on her feet? Maybe she was working too hard. She took a look at herself in the mirror. She was 19 years old, with long black hair, perky breasts, and a pair of shapely legs, and filled out her waitress's uniform very nicely. The elevator doors opened, and she headed out to attend to her duties.
On the closet circuit camera, Moriarty watched. "Maybe that will be to his satisfaction," he muttered. The new waitress would have been up to Stephen's standards...however, being that he was the new waitress, he wasn't in a position to comment.
On the other elevator, going up, a family got off and headed toward their room. Ten year old Amanda Pryce stepped off first. She wore a white top and a red dress that went practically down to the ground and a pair of girl's sneakers, her long blond hair in a pony tail and her nose, as ever, in a comic book.
Her mother, Kristen, followed behind her. "Watch where you are going, sweetheart," she said, one hand resting on her pregnant belly, the other on Amanda's shoulder.
Her other child, six year old, was sound asleep in her husband's arms. Joe was usually so energetic. She guessed the car ride had tuckered the little guy out. "Let him sleep," she suggested.
Her husband gently deposited the boy on one of the beds. It was a suite, with two bedrooms. "Why don't we all rest for a bit before dinner?" He suggested.
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