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

Martin tapped the keyboard with two fingers.

Then he leaned closer to the screen.

Then he looked back at her.

“No,” he said. “There must be a mistake.”

“There isn’t.”

“This is a top-floor reservation.”

“Yes.”

“Those suites usually belong to our executive guests.”

The woman held his gaze.

“I know.”

The lobby went still in that strange way public places do when continue reading …