Viola handed me the reservation card. “Your room is on the top floor, Sir. The presidential suite, as usual. ALL facilities have been prepared including a workspace, a private meeting room, and exclusive elevator access.”
I nodded. “Good.”
A private elevator was opened for us. Once inside, I pressed the top-floor button.
The elevator doors closed slowly, the soft hum of the machinery carrying us upward. Daniel began explaining the filming schedule I was supposed to review later that afternoon, but most of his words faded into backgroundnoise.
What echoed more clearly in my mind was Noah’s small voice when he hugged me that morning, and Sienna’s gentle expression as she told me to be careful.
Strange.

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