In less than twenty minutes, we had lost most of what we’d built over seventeen years.
“Gentlemen,” Henri said, triumph clear in his voice. “I’ll need your key cards, access credentials, and passwords. You’re no longer employees of Olympus Royale. And neither is Ms. George. Security will escort you from the building.”
“You can’t be serious,” Leo said.
“I’m completely serious.” Henri gestured to the door.
“You can’t do that, Henri,” I said.
“I just did.”
“No. I mean, you can’t eject us from the Olympus Royale. You’ve forgotten that we bought the executive floor outright. The purpose was to inject cash into the hotel, but the outcome remains unchanged. You can’t evict us from our home.”
“That’s unacceptable.”
“Then sue us.” I stood, Leo and Ares following. “Let’s go. We need to talk to Tashi.”
“She doesn’t work here anymore,” Henri said.
“So you said. That doesn’t matter. She is our guest on the executive floor, which, as I just stated, we own. And one morething, Henri. You may have voted us out of management, but we still own a majority share of the hotel. We’ll see how that works out for you.”
I let him chew on that while the three of us filed from the conference room.
But it didn’t matter.
We’d been ambushed.
And outplayed.
And we never saw it coming.
Chapter 21
Tashi
The wait felt endless.
I sat on the sofa next to Marta, my hands twisting in my lap, watching the door like it might reveal answers before the brothers returned. Every minute that passed felt like an hour. Every sound in the hallway made my heart jump.
“You have to tell me something,” said Marta.
“What?” I twisted a tissue in my hands.
“All three of them?”
I pressed my lips together. “I guess so.”
“You guess? Are you referring to the incident in the elevator? Was that a one-off or what?”
“We haven’t discussed it because we haven’t had time. But no, I don’t think it was a one-off. Though I can say this—it’s only one of the possible combinations.”
Marta’s face flushed as if contemplating the Kolykos brothers in various scenarios. “Including sharing?” she said hopefully.
“What? Marta Acosta!”
“You can’t share the wealth with your best friend?”
For the first time today, I laughed. “I would think that would be up to the men.”
