Duncan roars away from the airport in California on his motorcycle. He gets on the highway and rides towards the city of Las Angeles. When skyscrapers start to appear, Duncan starts searching for a hotel to stay at. He exits the highway and drives up to the Crown Plaza Hotel in Beverly Hills.
Duncan grabs his duffel bag from the back of his motorcycle and walks through the gold-trimmed revolving doors. As he stepped into the lobby, he felt the stares of a million people settle upon him. Duncan turns to face a teen girl with sunglasses perched on her head and a small dog in her arms. She sniffs at him. Do you know where the check-in desk is? he asks her with a smirk on his face. Instead of talking to him, she just thrusts her nose higher into the air and points to a desk.
Thanks, babe. Duncan chuckled and walked away from her. He could feel her glaring at his back as he steps up to the counter. One room for two, Duncan says to the man behind the counter.
Cash or credit? he asks. Duncan pulls the money out of his back pocket.
Cash, he answers, And Id like a room on one of the top floors. The man rolls his eyes at Duncan and punches things into his computer.
Thatd be $500 for three nights, the concierge says. Duncan lets out a low whistle as he places the money on the counter.
Good thing I emptied out my bank account before I came here, huh? Duncan says, attempting a joke, even though it was true what he did. The man ignores Duncan and rings a bell, handing Duncan the room key.
Floor 15, room 843, the man over the counter says. A bellhop rushes up and takes Duncans duffel bag, but Duncan snatches it back.
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