I crossed out the robes.

I crossed out the hair team.

Chloe walked out of the elevator bay carrying her oversized leather purse.

She spotted me behind the reception desk and hurried over.

Her boots made sharp tapping sounds on the stone floor.

She dropped her heavy purse onto the counter and looked at the handwritten list.

“Should I call Ryan?” Chloe asked.

“He’s sleeping on the third floor.”