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

door.

A red light blinked.

Access denied.

The sound was soft.

Almost polite.

That made it worse.

Martin stared at the red light as if it had slapped him.

Madeline said, “Step away from the desk.”

He turned back.

“You can’t do this in front of guests.”

“I can.”

“This is humiliating.”

Madeline’s face did not move.

“Yes.”

His mouth trembled.

“You wanted that.”

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