She reports

As she dressed, Sally noticed that the stones in her bracelet had turned red again. She shook her head in puzzlement as she pulled her wet hair into a ponytail and gave a final check to her appearance before stepping out of the room.

At the far end of the hallway she saw a housekeeping cart. Probably Sandra, she thought, contemplating going down there and confronting her so called mentor. She shook her head and changed her mind, turning the other way in the direction of the service elevator.

It would be so much more satisfied to get the stupid bitch fired, she thought. And those **** bastards arrested, she added with a smile as she stepped into the elevator.

Once outside the hotel she turned in the direction of the administration building, marching angrily in her heels, aware of her compressed breasts jiggling with each step. She rehearsed in her mind what she would say to Miss Calano when she saw her, growing more sure of herself with each passing step.

She marched into the administration building, heading straight for Miss Calano's open office door and storming in. The elegant dark haired woman looked up in surprise as she entered.

"Miss Robertson, this is a surprise. What can I do for you?" Her calm voice somehow broke Sally's composure and she started to cry.

"I was ****... **** by a guest... and other guests... and that bitch Sandra just watched it happen..." she sobbed, her body shaking with emotion.

Miss Calano stood up and ushered Sally to a chair then got her a glass of water.

"I don't understand Miss Roberston... Sally. Was your bracelet red?"

"What?" Sally almost screamed.

"You bracelet? Was it red like it is now, or had it turned to green?" the older woman explained patiently.

"It was green, but what the fuck does that matter?"

"It matters a great deal Sally. If it was green then you weren't ****, you were used. And Sandra was quite right not to interfere."

Sally looked up at her with alarm, wondering if the woman was insane, or if she herself had gone mad.