Ahs: Hotel Tristan Novels & Stories

| MONDRIAN HOTEL Flashing cameras lit the hotel entrance. The city’s elite and media swarmed as Damon’s car pulled up. He stepped out, tall and composed, presence commanding attention. His assistant followed, tablet in hand. “You’re twenty-eight minutes late,” she murmured. “I’m not here to be on time,” Damon replied coolly. Reporters surged forward, ignored as he strode into the glass doors. Whispers followed him, ladies gossiping about his looks. None dared approach—except one redhead from a wealthy family, thinking herself the star.