The sudden knock nearly made Mikaela's heart fly out of his mouth. Quickly, he slips the phone underneath a pillow, gets up, and makes his way to the door.
Another knock hits the door before he reaches it.
"Yes?" He answers. No response.
He unlocks the door and peaks his head out.
It was an old man in the hotel's signature uniform colors: black and brown.
"Excuse me, young man, I was sent here by the owner, one of the cleaning staff, they saw Ceo Ji-hoon stumble in here, Mr. Falcon wants to know if he's alright."
Mikaela blinks his eyes for a minute, processing the words of the frail old man, "Oh. Right." The Bastard did mention that he's best buds with the owner of this place.
Mikaela wears one of his best smiles. "He's fine. Just had a few too many drinks. No cause for alarm." He nods reassuringly.
The old man believes him in an instant, "Oh, that explains the stumbling. Ah…youth. Okay then, do let me know if you need anything." He waves off.
