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office is on the top floor. And you met him last night?”  

    Rachel wasn’t sure this was a question until Samantha stopped walking and looked back at her.  

    “I did.”

    “This is Hamid,” she said, nodding at an office on her left. A few more steps and Rachel saw a guy about her age with dark curly hair sitting at a desk “He’s the tech guy,” Samantha said. “Keeps our network up. Go to him if you have any problems with your laptop.” Hamid waved. Rachel waved back, walking faster to keep up with Samantha.  

    A stocky woman with a rocking side-to-side walk came toward them. “Judith,” Samantha said. “Head of housekeeping.” Judith did not slow down but she did say hello.  

    Samantha stopped at the last office on the left. “Your office.” She pushed open the door.

    Like her suite, it was better than she imagined. Against a left wall was a small, cream brocade sofa. To her right were two chairs facing an enormous cherry wood desk. It was a corner office so she had window on two walls. “You can see out,” Samantha explained, “but no one can see in.”

    Rachel tried to hide her amazement. Her mom was executive director of an organization and her office wasn’t nearly this beautiful. Not even close.  

    Samantha walked around the desk and opened a silver laptop. If you prefer a desktop we can order one. But this, you can take to meetings. Take to your room if you need.” She began to type. “Hamid has you all set up.”

    “Password?” She asked.  

    “Simon,” Rachel said quickly, like a game show contestant.  

    Samantha looked at her now like she was being silly. “Simon?”

    “My first dog,” Rachel explained.  

    Rachel noticed how one of her eyebrows dipped as she typed it in. “How sweet,” she said hitting the final key with a flourish.  

    Something in Samantha’s pocket buzzed. She pulled out her phone and frowned at the screen. “Oh bloody hell,” she said before answering it. “Yes, yes, of course. I can be there in five minutes.”

    She put the phone back in her pocket and sighed. “Rachel, we’ll have to finish this up later, I’m afraid. We have a staff meeting today at two, down the hall in the conference room. I’ll see you then?” Before Rachel could answer, she walked out and closed the door.

    Rachel sat down and looked at her laptop screen. The words WELCOME RACHEL LEWIS stared back at her, waiting for her to do something.

    Her day felt like it had been building up to something. Like everything that happened after breakfast would be even better than the croissant with butter and jam. She’d seen him among all those people in the lobby, a person who knew her. He made her feel invisible, like she wore one of those black veils.  

    Now she was beginning to think that breakfast might be the best thing to happen all day and that the rest of it might be her trying to keep her new coworkers from realizing how little she deserved an office like this.

    It was the middle of the night in Atlanta. Her parents were asleep down the hall from her old room, converted to her mom’s office when she went away to school, and now housing a futon, her parents subtle message that her stay with them was very temporary. “Just until you get on your feet,” her mom liked to say, implying that Rachel was still in some later stage of infancy. Were she home she would be on that futon reading, or looking at job postings, or wondering what was wrong with her and why couldn’t she get her act together.  

    There was nothing left to do but get started. She found the notes she’d made that morning in her handbag and read them over.  

    A quick Internet search provided a grand opening toolkit for owners of Best Western franchises. This hotel was no Best Western but it was a place to start. The timeline suggested planning in phases of 90 days out, 60 days out, and 30 days out and gave specific tasks for each phase.  

    One item listed under the 60 days phase “secure