Are we getting ready or not?”

“Please just pack your bags and go home,” I said.

Kendra stepped in front of me, blocking the way to the elevators.

“You can’t do this to us,” Kendra said.

“We’ve been friends since college.”

“Were we ever actually friends?” I asked.

I looked down at the heavy brass room key in my hand.

“I’m going to my new room,” I said.