The Plain-Dressed Hotel Owner Who Reclaimed Her Lobby in Nine Minutes

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“Already open.”

“Time stamp from the moment I entered the lobby.”

“Done.”

Martin frowned.

“Who are you calling?”

Madeline did not look at him.

“Someone who knows how to document a mistake.”

Tyler laughed.

“Oh, come on.”

Madeline turned to him.

“What’s funny?”

“You walk in here dressed like you just came from a gas station, claim the penthouse, and now you’re continue reading …