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

reached for the credit card.

Paige still held it.

“Put it in the verification tray,” he said.

Paige hesitated.

“Mr. Wells—”

“Now.”

Paige placed Madeline’s card in a small clear tray behind the desk.

Then Tyler slid the tray into a locked drawer.

The click echoed.

Jenna spoke from across the lobby.

“Did you just lock up her card?”

Martin turned.

“Ma’am, please continue reading …