The Way You Treat a Stranger
Lupita’s conscience said otherwise.
And her conscience, it would turn out, spoke for the company far better than his rules ever had.
Chapter 9 — Suite 904
Annoyed now, and perhaps faintly unsettled by the housekeeper’s refusal to retreat, Patrick struck a few more keys, harder than necessary.
Four seconds passed.
And then the color drained out of his face.
“Here it is,” he murmured, and his voice had gone suddenly hollow.
“Suite 904.
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