You love it when a plan comes together.

Your phone rings.

"Yeah? You got it? Send me a copy.
Thanks, man."

While you wait for her to return, you take all of her underwear and pack it in a laundry bag.
You hide it in the room.

You're lounging on Heather's bed when there's a knock at the door.
You go to it and smile when you see who is on the other side of the peep hole.

You open the door to see Heather in a tiny robe flanked by Christina Cartier, the Hotel Manager.

"This woman claims that you stole her key to get in here," Christina says, "Is this true?"
"No."
"Alright then. You two lovebirds can sort this out then."

She shoves Heather into the room and closes the door behind her.

"You are so..."
You interrupt Heather by showing her the video of her running down the hallway naked.
"How did you..."
"What's the most important thing in business," you ask with a smile, "Connections. I have them here. Got it?"

Heather nods somberly.

"Good. Then take the robe off."
Her hand quickly goes to the robe, but then stops.

"Before you ask, it's all stored on the Cloud. It's not just on my phone."
She glares at you and then sighs, defeatedly.