“Oh, yeah.” The tall floral shirt guy nods. “Great address.”
He fell for it?
This covert operation is turning me into a real spy—one who thinks on her feet.
Smart of me to have used Monopoly as my get out of jail card. Along with being the least landed-on spots in the game, ParkPlace is also the name of a park that’s long gone. I researched this useless piece of information one day for no good reason. I can’t believe it’s my lifeline.
Board game to the rescue.
It’s with herculean effort I don’t roll my eyes hard. “Isn’t it?”
The men nod.
“All five Mr. Königs are on the top floor,” purple shirt guy says. “I guess I should say, all four Königs since Roman is still bedridden on the other side of the planet after the freaky accident.” He presses the button before sliding a key card into a slot.
I read about that. Thank God he’s still alive.
I smile. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” He winks. “Take a right when you get off the elevators. Lydia Gillanders is Phoenix König’s executive assistant. She’ll take good care of you.”
“Got it. Thanks again.” I smile wide.
I didn’t expect things to go this smoothly. This must be my lucky day.
I lean against the wall, eyes cast to my designer heels, pretending I’m unaware the men are eating me up with their eyes.
The ride to the top floor of this fourteen-story hotel is super short. These elevators seem to be powered by jet fuel. Nothing compared to the slower speed of our elevators at the Villiers Grand.
The foursome gets off on the twelfth floor, taking with them the awkward tension that was lingering over my head. I’m thankful they didn’t drill me with questions about my fictitious hotel.
A nanosecond later, I reach the top floor. When the elevator doors open, I step out. Thank God there aren’t any CIA-typesecurity codes required.It would be a shame to get busted this early in the game.
I lean forward as I take in the lay of the land. I peek to my left, then my right.
So far, so good.
Only a set of glass doors separates me from my target—that and the gatekeeper.
You’re close, girl.
I summon my lady balls and take a confident step forward. I stride down the hallway, praying all the angels in Heaven to watch over me.
Here goes nothing.
I pull open the glass door and step inside King Kong Tycoon’s sovereign world.
No one.
The desk is empty.
I catch the name on a plate on the desk. Lydia Gillanders.
I’m at the right place.
My heart beats a little faster.
I want answers.
