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The bed is king-size.

We could both fit.

I don’t offer to share though because I don’t want to.

She’s not supposed to be here, but now that she’s here, I can’t let her go without worrying she’ll blow my plans up, and the only place I can hide from her in this hotel room is in the bathroom.

Unless I get her a separate room.

Where I can’t keep an eye on her.

“What do you need from the car?” I have to get out of here, and grabbing stuff from the car is my only option for a brief reprieve.

She points to the two ValuKart bags. “Got clean clothes, a toothbrush, and all of my leftover gummy bears right now. I’m good.”

“I’m going to get my bags. Stay here.”

“You know the first rule of hotels is that whoever grabs the TV remote first gets to pick the channels, right?”

My eye twitches.

She grins at me. “Still too easy,” she murmurs.

And I’m out.

I need five minutes to myself to untangle everything I’m feeling right now.

The elevator is somehow slower going down to the car than it was going up.

You’d think gravity would help it.

I know the family who owns this chain of hotels.

I could tell them they have a hotel with an elevator problem.

And a carpet stink problem.

And a false advertising problem.

That isnota suite.

But then I’d have to tell someone else what I’m doing, and I don’t want to.

The room we’re in doesn’t overlook the parking spot for the car, so I take an extra minute to fire up my secret cell phone while I debate what I want to take inside with me.

Only one bag of cash. I don’t give two shits if someone steals the rest. If they need it that badly, they’re welcome to it.

Fuck knows I have access to more.

Even divesting all of my M2G shares after the investor meeting next month won’t come close to wiping me out.

Unlike my father, I’ve diversified. Into real investments that have real returns. I have more non-Miles2Go money than what my stock shares are worth.

I was proud of myself for that until I realized I don’t want it anymore. And now I need to figure out how to give it all away.

Preferably to causes that will truly put it to good use.

The phone blinks at me with a text notification from Archie.