Within minutes she had set up an
office, arranged a colour printer for her suite, ordered paper and arranged a
temp for tomorrow. She perused the menu and wine list and arranged for room
service. It was time to open the picture files from Spoggy’s phone. Her own
phone kept beeping with messages. She set it to, silent and decided to look at
them later, but now the geologist in her wanted to study the samples she’d
collected from the creek.
She rummaged in
her case and found a pair of pantyhose. Out of habit she sniffed them and
screwed up her nose, better to wreck a pair she had worn, rather than cut up a
good pair. A coffee cup would serve as the repository to catch anything small
and heavy that washed through her sieve. Sam didn’t know what to expect,
semiprecious stones would be great, diamonds a possibility, but gold would be
better. Sam stretched the stocking over the cup and secured it with a rubber
band. Using a finger to create a void and poured in half of her sample. She
sealed the bag and dropped it into her briefcase.
Room service
arrived and the waiter steered in a tray. Sam slammed the briefcase shut,
closed the screen on her laptop and washed her hands.
‘An experiment,’
She said when the waiter looked at the cup, ‘for my thesis. Prof says it’s
easy, but I’m not so sure.’
‘Better you than
me, I was too interested in girls to put much stock in study. Now look at me,
nearly fifty and still waiting tables. It’s a good job that one of those girls
said yes and made me get a steady job, eh.’ He laughed at his own joke. ‘Want
me to set out, or are you right to manage it.’
‘Thank you, I’m
fine, I’ll do it. And tell that lady of yours, she picked good, yeah.’
‘Thank you, Miss.’
He pointed to the phone, give the desk a ring and I’ll come back for the tray,
or you can leave it outside the door if you don’t wish to be disturbed.’
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