You could smell money in the air.Not the cheap, sweaty kind that clings to ambition—but the kind that drips from polished chandeliers, marble floors, and five-star service served on a silver platter.This was Valenrose Suites—the crown jewel of Eastbridge City. A towering glass structure that pierced the clouds, wrapped in elegance, power, and whispers of elite secrets. Some called it a hotel. I called it a stage.And today, like every other day, I played my part.I stood near the grand lobby entrance, dressed in my perfectly fitted navy sheath dress with gold trim—Valenrose’s signature concierge uniform. Subtle but striking. My name badge was polished, my hair neatly pinned. A digital tablet was cradled in one arm, my posture poised, smile soft but efficient.“Good morning, Mr. Campbell,” I greeted a regular guest as he passed, dragging a designer suitcase behind him.“Miss Walter,” he smiled back warmly. “Still the most graceful face in the hotel. Always smiley and lovely as always
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