Chapter 6 — Down for Coffee

By half past seven the suite was empty.

The Emberton executives had gone; Devra had retreated to her room to draft the internal memos.

I was running on adrenaline and stale coffee.

I went down to the mezzanine to grab a black coffee before ordering room service and collapsing.

The mezzanine was an open balcony overlooking the grand foyer outside the ballrooms.