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(Chase) I'm three lines into a memo I've already read twice when the front desk calls up. "Mr. Warren. There's someone at reception for you." "Appointment?" "No, sir. He says it's personal. He doesn't have an-" She stops. The front desk doesn't stop. They're trained to deal with any eventuality. "Sir." Quieter now, like she's turned away from whoever's standing there. "I think you should come down and see for yourself."

the receptionist replied. He brought out his wallet, and took out a wad of ten dollar bills, he counted out seven notes from them, and handed them over to her, he put the rest of the cash back into his wallet. The receptionist counted them and saw it was complete. “What’s your name sir?” she asked. “Jeff Prestakavich” he replied. “Occupation?”. “Computer salesman”. “Do you have any form of identification?” she asked. “Yes I do have my passport here with me” he said.

The lady at the front desk smiled at me and greeted me. “Good afternoon, sir. You’re here for?” “Lennon and Nikolaus Campbell.” “And you are, sir?” “Leslie Dietrich. Ben mentioned they’ll be here.” “Can I have an ID?” She asked, and I nodded. I handed her my ID. She checked through the records with my ID and the amount of security and effort impressed me they put to ensure the children went into safe hands. She returned my ID and made a phone call before offering a seat diagonal to her desk.

I lіkе the plan, ѕо I grаb thе rооm саrd аnd head dоwnѕtаіrѕ. As promised, thеrе’ѕ аn envelope of саѕh wаіtіng at thе frоnt desk fоr me. I’ll рrоbаblу рау mаѕѕіvе сrеdіt саrd fees for thе wіthdrаwаl, but I dоn’t hаvе another сhоісе.

That was never a good sign. “What is it?” Drake asked. “Mr. Brooke left a message for you down at the desk,”Ashroff said, holding out a tri-folded piece of paper. Drake took it from him, flipped it open, and read. Mr. Holt, I regret that I am too busy to entertain business consultations with you. Please be aware that I’ve taken the liberty of letting the front desk know that your suite will be paid in full as a thank-you for the thoughtful gift.

When she reached her office, Alyssa was waiting outside the door. “Miss Ashford, the financial reports you requested are ready.” “Good. Bring them in.” Kira sat behind her desk and opened her laptop. Alyssa set a thick folder in front of her and left. The first page was a summary. Total purchases from Westbrook Industries over the past two years. Eight million dollars. Kira flipped to the next page. Itemized invoices. Bed frames. Mattresses. Desks. Chairs. Linens. She pulled up the original contract on her computer. The one the hotel had signed with Westbrook Industries.

I walked in and stopped at the front desk. Only out of courtesy. “Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?” the clerk asked, his tone hesitant, eyes darting between my designer coat and the permanent scowl on my face. “No,” I said flatly. “But I’m looking for someone.” His expression stiffened. “We don’t give out information on our guests…” I slid a folded hundred-dollar bill across the counter. His hand paused, hovering. I added another one. And another. He looked around nervously, then snatched the bills and tucked them under the register like they were contraband.

Messages from work. The conference starts soon. But first, coffee. Down in the lobby, spot him at the breakfast buffet. Our eyes meet. He smiles. Know? No. Just friendly. I nod back. Secret safe. For now. Wait, the front desk calls my room later. “Mix-up last night. You got the wrong key. His room was 1504, yours was 1540.” I laughed, “No harm done.” Indeed.