After arriving on the topmost floor of the hotel, the manager led the group of friends along a straight corridor with a terrace on one side. Approaching the first room on the corridor, Mr. Kim swiped the key card and opened the door for them.
"This is your friends' room, miss," said Mr. Kim addressing Tiffany. "Your room is room 202, which is right next door."
As the door of the room opened, what came into view was a spacious presidential suite furnished with two luxurious double beds, a comfortable-looking sofa set, in front of which was a large flat-screen LED television.
"OMG! This is amazing!" exclaimed Eliza as she sat down on the armchair and put her feet up.
"Whoa, the bed is so soft it's like lying on a piece of cloud," exclaimed Jeffrey as he jumped onto the double bed closer to the door.
"Well, technically, it's not possible to lie on a piece of cloud, as it's just precipitation of water vapour and....." Shaun was about to explain the science to his friend when he was interrupted by Tiffany.
"Shut up, nerd! How dare you contradict ma dear Jeffie!" snapped Tiffany. "Jeffie, you're staying with me in my room! I'm sure it's gonna be even better than this! Mr. What's-your-name, show me my room!" As Tiffany turned around, she was appalled to discover that Mr. Kim had already disappeared without taking leave, placing the key card to room 202 on a small table beside the door.
"Well, it looks like he barely met you for half an hour and he hates you a lot already, Tiffany," joked Eliza.
"Imma tell my dad about this!" wailed Tiffany.
Shaun was about to recount what he heard Mr. Kim saying about Tiffany in Korean at the reception, but thought better of it lest Tiffany would explode with fury and commit a crime.
