@danielcvmpbell
it had been a rough day for vic. with him having to talk to what seemed like a million different people, he felt as if he was burnt out. the conference had dragged on longer than expected and, with him having such a high status in his company, he just had to be there. almost as if the world would fall apart if he wasn’t there. at this point, he wanted to return to his hotel and sleep through the next few days. that was his plan until he walked into his room. his bed was unmade and the tv was playing god know what. and to top it all off, there were multiple room service carts pushed across the room. a look of obvious confusion was plastered on his face, knowing he was supposed to be cleaned upon his return. hearing the sound of the shower running into the bathroom, his brows furrowed. marching towards the door, he pushed through it with a little bit more force than necessary. “ who are you and how in the hell did you get into my hotel room ? ” he called out, his southern accent a little bit thicker than normal.
