“How many rooms are up here?” Pia asked.
“Four suites. Ours, the Presidential.” He gestured to their room. “Ambassador,” he spread his hands, indicating her. “Then two unnamed, less prestigious rooms, simply referred to as Five A and Five B.”
“What a let-down. They should have some sort of fancy titles, too.”
“We mostly refer to them by their residents—Oz and Borage.”
Her brow wrinkled and her mouth quirked. “Really?”
“Oz—short for Osmond, and Borage. Not sure if that’s his name, or simply what we call him.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes
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