Aj walked into the motel lounge exhausted and tense. He just wanted to relax after a long day of tv appearances and interviews. He walked up to the bar and ordered a JD on the rocks. He took a hearty gulp from his drink and sighed. He was glad to be done work for the day.

The bartender soon interrupted his thoughts, "Excuse me sir, I've been asked to give you this." He handed Aj a small note.

Aj stared first at the note, then the bartender quizzically, "What's this about?"

"I have no idea. The young lady over in the corner asked me to deliver it to you."

Aj looked in the corner and saw no one there, "What young lady?"

"She was just there a minute ago, she must've left." The bartender replied, shrugging his shoulders.

Aj looked down at the note in his hand. He decided that maybe the answer was inside, and opened the note. It read:

Meet me in Room 222. Nine o'clock sharp.

There was no signature or name on the note. What the hell? Aj thought to himself. He paid the bartender, and quickly left the lounge. Back in his room, he sat down on the bed and closed his eyes. Suddenly he opened them again, glancing over at the note on the bedside table next to him.

"Should I go see what this is all about?" He said outloud to himself, "Nah, I am not wasting my time." He laid his head back down on the bed and once again closed his eyes. A minute later, he opened his eyes again. He couldn't get his mind off the note, it intrigued him.

Moments later he decided what to do. "Fuck it, I need to know." He said to himself. He grabbed his room key, and left.

Aj walked down the corridor in search of Room 222. Once he arrived there, he knocked lightly on the door. He had no idea what was in store for him....

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