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“How sorry are you?” I looked at him. “What?” He glanced over his shoulder at the main floor, then back at me. “Because I need a favor and I need it tonight and I need someone I can actually trust to do it without causing a scene.” I crossed my arms. “What kind of favor?” “Private booking. Came in two hours ago.” He was already steering me toward the back corridor, speaking low and fast. “Back room. Full buyout for the evening, they’re paying triple and they asked specifically for experienced staff only.”

A loud laughter that echoed through the room left my mouth. “Damn,” I said, wiping laugh-tears off the edges of my eyes. Then it clicked. Those luxury gloves he gifted me. Exactly. Only someone of his caliber could purchase that. Damn… this shit was getting more interesting than I thought. I picked up the book on the seat and…. There it was. I wasn't wrong at all. His name, signed on the big-ass book. Grey Sthor. Confirming my earlier predictions. Nice… And the book was… “Basics of Health.” It was a medical textbook.

I have this cute effect on him. He was right that we’re near the resort. After we ate, it only took us half an hour to reach this place. He was bringing our stuff when a staff of our company approached me to give the key card of the room designated for me. She asked me to come with her so I have to tell her that I am with Lucas who is waiting for me patiently. “Miss Marisa, I have someone with me. I’ll just accompany him while he books his room before I proceed to mine. The event will start at 12:30 right?”

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

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I really hope for Faith’s sake that this guy is the real deal. She entered Book Keepers and looked around the place, nodding approvingly. She turned toward the front counter where a dark-haired man was finishing up a phone call. Wow, she thought. Baby sis has good taste. He ended the call, then looked at her. “Hi, welcome to Book Keepers. I’m Rick, the owner. How can I help you?” “Just browsing,” she said.

I informed him and his bobbed his head, my Beta placed his hands on mine and squeezed it in reassurance to so I just gave him a tired smile. “Marcus, book a five star hotel close to Club Expensive, since we’ll be hitting the club tonight.” I ordered him and immediately he heard that, he bumped his fist in the air making Liam shake his head.

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I glared at him, wrinkling my forehead at his know-it-all behavior. "You must be looking for my boss?" came the question that had me staring at him. “You sound so sure, mister,” I scoffed. He grinned and said, “We don’t accept walk-in clients, ma’am, and bookings are closed until eleven. However, all of those who have booked are here, so we're expecting only one at this hour.” “And he asks me to bring him the guest he is expecting at nine,” he adds. I guessed he was telling the truth, so I nodded. He saved me anyway from the hassle of finding the person I wanted to see.

All the qualities that made me a good Luna have made me great at my job. A man in a tailored suit walks in, his dress shoes shining in the restaurant lights. He approaches the counter and I give him a welcoming smile. “Hi, how can I help you today?” I ask. I’ve never seen him before, but he certainly looks important. “I want to book this restaurant,” he says. I glance at the books and frown. “I’m sorry, Sir, but we’re fully booked for the week. You’ll have to wait until next week.”