Bella had queued up to fill a stacking trolley with breakfast for a guest who needed room service this morning. After leaving the kitchen, the girl headed towards the guest room.

Bella knocked on the door. A man in his forties appeared there, then a female voice was heard behind him.

"Who, dear?"

"Room service. Did you order breakfast?" The man looked back to confirm something, then at Bella, who smiled kindly. "Please come in. I have to call someone."

"Thank you, sir." Bella pushed her stacking trolley into the room as the man stepped aside. Who knows who the woman sitting on the sofa was smoking a cigarette? Bella...