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Baltimore to discuss arrangements for tomorrow’s rally.
“Let’s take my luggage to my room first,” I told the bellhop as we entered the elevator. “We’ll deliver Ch—we’ll deliver the senator’s bags after that.”
Someone jammed her arm through the elevator doors just as they were about to close. Heather Rodin entered the cabin and pressed the button for the fifth floor.
“Oh, hi, Larissa,” she said, feigning surprise at finding me in the same elevator. “A lot of luggage you’ve got there.”
I smiled at her thinly disguised attempt to rattle me. “The senator is in a meeting with Mayor Johnson. Just doing my duty and making sure his luggage arrives in his room.”
“Your duty.” She pursed her lips as she glanced at my hair then she reached up and smoothed down a piece of my hair. “I always come out of airplanes with my hair in disarray. Did you cut your hair recently? I’m looking for a new stylist and I love this new look of yours.”
New look? How did she know this was a new look for me?
I tried to regulate my breathing, but my heart was beating too quickly.
“Sorry. I don’t know the name of the stylist. Senator Underwood’s personal stylist made the appointment for me. I merely showed up and sat my butt in the chair.”
A victorious smile tugged at one corner of her lips as I nervously blurted this reply. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and she turned to me. “Relax, Larissa. The campaign’s only going to get more intense from here on out.”
She exited the elevator and disappeared down the corridor as the elevator doors closed. I glanced at the bellhop, who could surely sense the tension, but he was staring at the flashing floor numbers above the doors.
Why were elevator rides with strangers so awkward? So you had to stand next to a stranger for a few seconds in a confined space. Did we really need to completely avoid eye contact?
“She’s a reporter,” I said, breaking the silence as the elevator climbed toward the seventeenth floor.
“Yeah, I got the academic vibe from the awful shoes she was wearing,” he replied with a grin and I laughed as I thought about how I’d lied when I told her I owned the same pair in a different color.
I would have to tip William the bellhop extra for helping me loosen up a little. After we delivered my luggage to my room, we got back in the elevator to head for the penthouse. The elevator doors opened and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
The penthouse looked like an ultra-swanky apartment that would be featured in Modern Home magazine with a gleaming kitchen, a floating staircase, and a wall of windows that showed off a mind-blowing view of the Atlantic Ocean. I stepped inside and my eyes widened at the sight of the waterfall that seemed to come out of the wall and disappeared into the floor. My heels clicked against the concrete flooring.
William rolled the luggage trolley into the room and began unloading the luggage as I gravitated toward the view. Most of what I saw from this vantage point was rooftops and traffic jams, but somewhere out there inside one of those buildings Chase was shaking hands with the mayor and discussing things no doubt beyond my pay grade. I glanced to my left and saw a bed clothed in sumptuous white linens and suspended above the floor by steel cables. Would Chase and Katherine be sleeping there tomorrow night?
“Ahem. Miss Jacobs.”
I shook off this dreary thought and joined William near the elevator door where I handed him two hundred-dollar bills from the wad of cash Chase gave me for “incidentals”. Suddenly, I was beginning to feel more and more like a prostitute.
The elevator door opened and William scurried inside as if he were afraid I would discover I’d given him too much money. “Are you going down, Miss?”
I stared at him for a moment as he held the door for me. “Oh, yes, of course. Seventeenth floor.”
My phone vibrated as I entered my room. It was a text message from Chase.
     
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