Her eyes dart toward the elevator doors like someone might be listening through them.
“Mr. Garrison doesn’t like it.”
Ah, Porter Garrison. The man whose presence seems to quietly loom over every inch of this building, even when he’s not physically around.
“He doesn’t like ghost stories?”
“He gets angry if he even hears The Lady mentioned.”
That surprises me.
“Really?”
“Oh, yes.” Calliope lowers her voice again. “Guests can talk about it. That’s fine. But staff?” She shakes her head. “Not so much.”
“That’s … interesting.”
“And you have to be careful around Diana too.”
“Why?”
“She’s basically Mr. Garrison’s spy.”
I blink. “His spy?”
“Oh, yes.”
My brain immediately pictures Diana—perfect posture, sleek hair, sharp eyes.
It … kind of fits.
“She seems nice,” Calliope says carefully. “But you have to watch yourself around her because she’ll do anything to get his attention.”
“Anything?”
She nods enthusiastically, and I try not to laugh.
“I did notice she’s … attentive to him.”
Calliope snorts. “That’s because she wants so badly to be Mrs. Garrison.”
Now, I definitely laugh. “Is that right?”
“Yep. There are rumors that the two of them have a thing going behind closed doors.”
“Oh?”
She nods. “She spends a lot of time in his office, and she’s always finding reasons to touch him. Everyone believes they’rehaving an affair. But personally, I think it’s all wishful thinking on her part, and he isn’t interested.”
“Why’s that?”
“Oh, honey.” She waves a hand dramatically. “He’s in his own world. That man barely notices people exist.”
I think about the one time I spoke directly to him.
The way he looked at me.
Sharp. Observant.
