Room 239.
It was placed between Alisha and Bruce's suites, making it feel a little cramped in Ambrose's books.
The door opened and revealed a living room painted white. Four purple two-seat sofas surrounded the centre of the room, a chandelier hanging from the top like crystallised stars.
At the opposite end of the room were French doors leading to the balcony. To their left—a door leading to a single bedroom with two king-sized beds. To their right was a large flat screen TV, a fireplace crackling in the wall underneath.
It felt like the kind of place you crashed in when going on a vacation around the world. Not while attending a global conference that could decide the fate of humankind.
"Finally!" Orion was the first to run in. "I've gotta pee, daddy."
Ambrose sighed, gesturing at the master bedroom. As the boy bolted in that direction, the Guide's face shifted to something more serious, head inclining to Devon.
"What was that all about?"
