The post had received one thousand likes and five hundred shares. Comments flooded in faster than I could read them:
Okay, but they’re all gorgeous? How is that fair?
To be honest, I’m booking a room in the hopes that they will come to my rescue.
Corporate bros who actually care about their employees? Revolutionary.
My heart pounded. This stuff was marketing gold, something you couldn’t pay money for.
I created a follow-up post, addressing the fire directly, framing it as a learning experience that led to enhanced safety protocols and demonstrating the brothers’ immediate response.I showed Orion coordinating with fire marshals, Ares upgrading security systems, and Leo reassuring guests. They became heroes not just in the rescue but in the aftermath—leaders who took responsibility and made improvements.
Twenty thousand likes. A hundred thousand views on TikTok. Local news outlets picked up the story.
By two a.m., I was trending locally. By three a.m., I’d caught national attention. By four a.m., people were creating fan art—actual illustrations of the three brothers in heroic poses, sometimes with me, always with the Olympus Royale gleaming in the background.
Satisfied, I lay in my bed, intending to take a power nap. Instead, three things chimed at once.
The first was my bedside clock alarm.
The second was my computer blowing up with notifications.
The third was Leo’s text on my phone.
Leo:I just saw your posts. You’re a genius and mildly terrifying. Also, I want you. Also, the morning meeting starts in five minutes. Bring metrics.
“Oh, God,” I sputtered. I ran to my bathroom and twisted my hair into a messy bun, splashed water under my arms and my face, and pulled on the first dress my hand hit in my closet. Thankfully, the tan dress was businesslike, as if I were a secretary on a TV lawyer show, clinging to my curves like a surfer to the inside of a curl of water.
I stuffed my feet into a pair of beige pumps, grabbed my computer and printouts of the metric engagement numbers, and rushed out of the room toward the executive elevator, only to realize I had left my key card in my room.
“Damn it.”
I rushed to the stairs and clambered down the concrete to the next floor, only to find the door wouldn’t open when I yanked onit. Then I spotted the key card panel that would only admit me if I had my key card.
Holy hell. I had locked myself out of my room, and I was supposed to be on the floor for what was probably the most important meeting of my life.
When I banged on the door, it was pure frustration.
Chapter 6
Ares
At six a.m.,Leo stumbled into our executive boardroom looking like hell as I reviewed the previous night’s security feeds.
“Rough night?” I didn’t glance up from the tablet displaying camera feeds from the executive floor. I had rewound the timestamp to when Leo entered the executive elevator with Tashi, and the log indicated that they had gone to the roof.
“A great night interrupted with a customer complaint.”
“Oh?”
“The front desk guy, Marcus? Made a few off-color remarks to a guest who lost their room key and wanted another.”
I shook my head. “The guy mistakes remarks like that as charm.”
“Well, it’s not. And it took me an hour and a few hundred in chips to talk her down. I don’t know how we can repair our reputation with a guy like that greeting guests.”
“He’s Henri’s hire. We’d need to speak to him about letting him go.”
Leo blew out a breath. “Fantastic.”
