t of the main security cameras. She reached into a stack of folded towels on the bottom shelf. Her hand brushed over the crisp linen, he
senior butlers, was standing there holding a silver coffee pot. He had a kin
d, putting a hand to her
me up to prep the coffee station. You look a litt
wn at her shoes.
ant to... vent. Maybe grab a drink after our
was normal. He wanted a normal life, a normal girlfrien
softly. "I have a second job
to hide his disappointment. "Right.
the carpet. Betsey watched him go, feeling the isola
he approached the double doors of the Presidential Suite. She ke
dows offered a panoramic view of Central Park, the trees a riot of au
the mini-bar, counting the bottles.
eck the drapes. As she passed the
A breeze fluttered the sheer curtains. That was a secu
it. As she reached for th
hite wool carpet, was a
hed it with her gloved fing
h bl
The hair on the back of her n
scanning the room. She noted the heavy velvet drapes, the shadow b
ystal vase from the side table. It was
rd creaked
de instantly. Her knees bent, her center of
nged from the shadows o
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