It was just after ten o'clock when Marcus Douglas arrived at the Marriott Residence Inn. That afternoon he had his secretary, Janice, get a room for him in her name, in case Randa was looking for him. He walked down the long hallway to his room and stuck the key card in the lock. He entered in the room, dropped the key card on top of the television, and turned it on. While Brian Williams reported the days Nightly News, Marcus wandered around aimlessly. This was his home now.
Marcus loosened his tie and took off his jacket. He reached in the pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. It had been five years since he smoked his last Kool. He sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette. He took a long drag, and then blew out the smoke. It hurt his chest and he coughed a little, but he hit it again. Today had been the worst day of his life. If this was going to be his home for a while, there were a few things he’d need.
“Soap, tooth brush and toothpaste. Deodorant would be a good thing. And I need to shave in the morning.”
He got up and started for the door. All he had were the clothes on his back. He would buy some clothes in the morning.