[ WP ] working as a hotel maid you clean a room where a box has been left on the dresser . Out of curiosity you look inside . It is a large caliber bullet with your name engraved on it .

My hands reach for the box. It is navy blue with a big latch that shines in the light. Hands trembling, eyes darting side-to-side, I open it and discover the item that changes my life. 
 
 A bullet. Not just a regular one, but a bullet with my name on it. It is etched on the side in big slanting letters. LUCILLE SARROWAY. 
 
 My legs tremble as I place the the heavy metal bullet back in its place, close the latch, and place the box on the dresser. I quickly return to making the crummy hotel beds. 
 
 It's surely a coincidence, I say to myself as I fluff the pillows. Lucille Sarroway is a common name. But I could n't get it out of my head. My head egged me on, telling me to take the caliber bullet out of the case and search for clues. But no. I have a great life as a hotel maid, even if it can be a drag. I will not ruin it by stealing other people's property. 
 
 After I was done, eyes trained on the box, I grabbed my duster and cleaner, heading out the door. But before I got out, a man with a briefcase and suit barged in, hair blown across his forehead. 
 
 He runs into me, and my head smacks into his nose. Papers are everywhere. His briefcase hits the floor and pops open. 
 
 `` Oh, damn it,'' I whisper under my breath as I lean down to grab his papers. I completely ignore the throbbing in my skull. The man, though, rubs his nose and sighs. His eyes stare holes in my back and he squats next to me to help. 
 
 I am about to close the briefcase when I see something. a picture of me, nestled between two large science books. I slam it and close the lock, giving it to him. He just continues staring, and after an uncomfortable moment of silence, he says, `` Lucille?'' 
 
 And I recognize him.
