Bred By My Billionaire Boss
I walked up to her with a weak attempt at a smile.
“Hi, good morning.”
She looked up. “Good morning! Can I help you?”
“Um, yes. I was wondering if, uh, you’d had any cancellations. For rooms, I mean.”
Her face fell slightly. “Oh, unfortunately, no. We’ve been checking, but everything’s still booked out. The conference filled us up almost two weeks ago.”
Right. Of course.
I tried to keep my face neutral, polite. “Is there a waitlist? Maybe someone who hasn’t checked in yet?”
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