Like he notices everything.
But also like he keeps most of those thoughts locked away.
“So, you don’t think they’ve ever been a couple?” I ask.
Calliope snorts again. “In her dreams, maybe,” she says. “Besides, the hotel has a very strict no-fraternization policy.”
“How strict?”
“Any hint of hanky-panky between employees is grounds for instant dismissal.”
My eyes widen. “Seriously? So, no dating a coworker?”
“Nope.”
“Not even in different departments?”
“Nope.”
“That’s strict.”
“Mr. Garrison likes his staff focused on work,” Calliope says matter-of-factly.
The elevator slows as it reaches the fifth floor.
The doors slide open with a soft chime.
But instead of stepping out immediately, I pause in the doorway and turn back toward her.
I really do like this woman. She’s someone who knows utterly everything that transpires inside this building.
The unofficial historian and storyteller.
The secret keeper.
“Instant dismissal, huh?” I say.
Calliope nods. “Yep.”
Then she leans forward and whispers, “He probably made the rule just to make sure Diana keeps her hands to herself.”
I burst out laughing.
Okay, so maybe not that good at secret keeping.
She grins like a mischievous kid.
I step out into the hallway, still smiling.
“It was lovely to meet you, Calliope. I’m going to take you up on that secret ghost hunt soon.”
“You too, Harleigh,” she calls after me, then adds, “Anytime.”
The elevator doors begin to slide shut.
And just before they close completely, she gives me a cheeky wink.
The lobby is quieter than usual for a weekday afternoon.
