Margaux LeMarchal speaking.
Ms. LeMarchal, this is the concierge desk
at the Stella Hotel.
I'm terribly sorry to bother you,
But... A bottle of krug brut was ordered to your guest's room
by a visitor this afternoon.
Yes. Yes, ma'am.
Would you prefer that charged to your room
or to Mr. Grayson's personal account?
What the hell were you doing?
I wanted him to pay, so I was trying to trap him.
- And? - I got nothing.
So you put my entire story at risk?
And for what--a few dresses and a quick accouplement?
He's not the man I remembered.
Are you just playing me to reunite with an old flame?
You're of no use to me if I can't trust you.
Consider our arrangement terminated.
This stays with me.
Oh, you don't have much left to cling to,
do you, Ms. Davis?