Reservation: A Six Sentence Story

She approached the desk with confidence and, seeing no one there, rang the bell and waited somewhat impatiently, fidgeting with her jacket and picking imaginary lint from her skirt, until a heavy wooden door behind the desk opened, and a white haired gentleman stepped through it. 

With a nod to her, he asked for her name as he lifted a large, leather-bound ledger from beneath the desk and flipped it open, thumbing through the pages as she announced in a clear voice, "Meredith Kelly."

The gentleman pulled a pair of spectacles from his pocket and put them on the end of his nose as he ruffled through the pages, bending closer as his eyes followed his finger down a page, then stopped suddenly and closed the book with a soft whoomp.

"We have no reservation for Meredith Kelly," he said coldly as her polite smile faded and her eyes grew confused.

"There must be some kind of mistake," she began, but he interrupted her, firmly stating, "We don't make mistakes here, Miss Kelly."

"But--" she began, but before she could finish her protest, the gentleman reached beneath the desk, and as he did so, the floor opened beneath her, dropping her down into the fiery abyss.

Linking up with Ivy at Uncharted for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "reservation."