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guys into L.A.? “Your welcome packet from Platinum
Nanny
is in your room.”
    “Are the other girls here?” Kiley asked, glancing around for her competition.
    The desk clerk shook his head. “They’re on a shopping trip to the Beverly Center. Of course, with the traffic out there, you might be the ones ahead of the game.” He smiled broadly at Kiley with Chiclet white teeth.
    “Are our bags in our room?” Mrs. McCann asked.
    “Of course, Mrs. McCann,” the desk clerk said smoothly. He handed over a set of key cards. “Suite four-oh-one.”
    “You’re
sure
our bags are there?” Mrs. McCann asked.
    “I’m certain of it,” said the desk guy, without any hint of irritation. Kiley noticed his nameplate: David.
    “Thanks again, David,” Kiley said. At the mention of his name, David’s kilowatt smile went into overdrive.
    “Happy to be of service. Anything we can do to make your stay more pleasant, you let us know. James will show you to your suite.”
    Kiley turned. James—another tall hunk of burning love, in the same dark gray suit that David wore, offered Kiley a dimpled grin and a sweeping gesture. “Right this way.”
    James led daughter, mother, and the omnipresent
Platinum
Nanny
cameraman out of the elegant reception area into the lush gardens for which the Hotel Bel-Air was famous. As he walked, he relayed a brief history of the hotel, running down the list of celebrities who called the place their second home.
    Impressed, Mrs. McCann didn’t interrupt him. Even more impressive to Kiley was the care that had been taken in constructing the place. The architects had designed the hotel with low-slung buildings that seemed to be part of the surrounding hillside. And the greenery was world-class, better than anything Kiley had ever seen on television.
    “This place looks like the Garden of Eden,” Kiley told James.
    “Adam and Eve didn’t have five-star twenty-four-hour room service,” James pointed out, and stopped at a solid white door with a gold plate that read 401. “Shall I?” He held up the access card that fit into the door.
    “I’ll do it,” Mrs. McCann said. “This way we’ll know if it sticks.”
    “Excellent,” James agreed, without a hint of superciliousness.
    Mrs. McCann slid the access card into the door. It opened easily.
    “Enjoy,” James told them. “Call if you need anything at all.”
    “And if we lose the little card thing?” Mrs. McCann asked.
    “Just let them know at the front desk, ma’am.” With one last dazzling smile, James departed.
    Kiley and her mom stepped into their suite, a spacious and impeccably decorated two-bedroom apartment. There were Persian rugs on the floor, original late-twentieth-century gouaches on the walls, and a gorgeous floral display on the coffee table. The living room featured a big-screen TV, state-of-the-art computer, and flat-screen monitor.
    “This is amazing,” Kiley said, heading into a full kitchen, furnished in Swedish modern. A basket of fresh fruit rested on the marble counter. Kiley opened the fridge; it had been stocked with food. “Wow is an understatement, huh, Mom?”
    Mrs. McCann stuck her head through the open doorway. “It ought to be double wow. I read the sign on the back of the front door. It’s two thousand three hundred dollars a night. That’s more than I earn in a month. And our luggage is definitely here. I checked.”
    There was an awkward moment of silence. Then Kiley impulsively hugged her mother. “Let’s try to enjoy the lap of luxury, okay? Want to go for a swim?”
    “I think I’ll just lie down for a bit,” Jeanne McCann replied. “I saw a manila envelope on the bed,” she added. “From your show.”
    Kiley went to the bedroom—the packet was on the pillow. She tore it open; inside was a DVD. Kiley inserted the disc in the bedroom’s combination TV/DVD player and it started automatically. Loud rock and roll filled the air, followed by concert footage of Platinum. Then Platinum