Beyond Reality : the beginning of the end : Ethan path

It was already morning, and Ethan Cole decided to go down to the hotel restaurant. He wasn't so much hungry as he wanted to see the place when most of the guests were there. But when he reached the entrance, a staff member stopped him.

"Sorry, you can't come in."

Ethan looked at him, puzzled.

"Why?"

"Management instructions."

"Which management?"

The staff member didn't answer. Ethan tried to push his way through, and another staff member stepped forward.

"You can have breakfast in your room."

Ethan sighed.

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what?"

"Trying to stop me from everything without giving me a reason."

The two staff members exchanged a quick glance. Then one of them said,

"It's not personal."

"That's what makes it feel personal to me." Before the discussion could continue, a voice came from behind them.

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"Let him through."

Everyone turned. A well-dressed man was standing near the stairs. He was in his mid-thirties, had a calm demeanor, and his clothes were far more expensive than someone would need to be wandering around a hotel. He approached them. "Is there a problem?" one of the employees asked.

"Mr. Cole wants to come into the restaurant."

The man looked at Ethan.

"Let him in."

The employees immediately stepped back. Ethan raised an eyebrow. "And who are you?" The man smiled.

"Clark Johnson. The owner of the hotel."

Ethan was silent. Then he looked at the employees. Then back at him.

"The owner of the hotel?"

"Yes."

Ethan shook his hand.

"Ethan Cole."

Then he said,

"Then tell them to let me in."

"Of course."

Clark turned to the employees.

"Let him through." Ethan went inside. But he kept thinking. The owner of the hotel? He'd spoken to another man yesterday and told him he was the owner. How could the hotel have two owners? Maybe one was the manager. Or maybe the other man was lying. But strangely... the staff believed Clark immediately. No one asked him who he was. No one objected. As if simply saying he was the owner was enough. Ethan looked at Clark again. Something wasn't right. But he couldn't figure out what. The two of them sat at a table near the window. Clark was strangely easy to talk to.

"Are you from the city?" Ethan asked.

"No."

"You came as a tourist?"

"You could say that."

"Alone?"

"Yes." Clark smiled.

"Me too."

Ethan thought to himself, "Me too. Isn't this his hotel and his territory? How... never mind." The conversation continued for a while. Ethan felt more comfortable with him than he'd expected. Despite his doubts, he was beginning to feel that Clark was someone he could talk to. Then the food arrived. Ethan's hand froze on the table. He stared at the plate, then looked at Clark's. Something wasn't right. The food wasn't spoiled; quite the opposite. It looked perfectly fresh. But some of the ingredients were unlike anything Ethan had ever seen. They looked strange, smelled different, and were presented in a way that was unlike any food he knew. He looked up at Clark. The man was eating calmly, as if it were perfectly normal. "What's this?" Clark looked down at his plate. "Breakfast." Ethan smiled slightly. "That's obvious." He kept staring at him. He could have asked, but he held back. There was something strange about this hotel. This time it wasn't just a feeling; there was evidence, something he couldn't explain. He looked around the rest of the restaurant. For the first time, he began to observe the guests more closely. Some were eating completely different dishes, and some hadn't even touched their food. Actually. And one of them was wearing gloves the whole time, even though it was warm. Ethan looked back at Clark. Then he said,

"I'll order the same thing." Clark smiled.

"Good choice." Ethan ordered the same dish. While he waited, yesterday's question came back to him. **How ​​could this hotel have two owners?** And then another, more troubling question: **If Clark was lying... why did everyone believe him so quickly?** Ethan looked up. Clark was looking at him. He smiled. But this time, Ethan didn't smile. He felt this case was starting to get close to something he couldn't explain. And the worst part... he still didn't know what he was really looking for.

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