Linda, the Executive

Linda was a bit drunk, only a bit, after the conference day and the hotel bar visit. It was probably one gin and tonic too much. She was 55 and had everything under control in her life. She didn't have to prove anything to anyone. And yet she had let herself go this evening. She went into her room and had to take a shower to come down a bit, to get her head clear.

She came out of the little bathroom, naked and ready for the bed. She always slept naked. Searched for her phone and couldn't find it. Then she remembered. She left it on the tray outside where the staff kept bedsheets while she tried to find her key card.Thankfully no one had watched her during that remarkable scene. But now the phone must have laying outside.

There was complete silence outside, so she dared to jus slip out and grab it. She opened the door and saw it on the metal rack on the other side of the floor. She went out and grabbed it and in that moment the room door closed behind her. She was locked out. She looked down on herself and corrected her own thoughts. She was locked out while being naked. Shit. What should she do now?

In that moment, one of the neighbour room doors opened, probably because she had cursed loudly and not only in her head. Shit again.