Chapter Seven
Four weeks later, and Fiona still occasionally got lost in the hotel, but otherwise things were going well. The job itself was incredible. She was constantly learning and improving, and she’d found she had a genuine interest in—and liking for—PR. It helped, of course, that the very thing she was aiming to get publicity for was an amazing, unique hotel in a worldwide chain of amazing, unique hotels. It meant that press releases she wrote, pitches she made, and phone calls she engaged in weren’t simply a mish-mash of carefully placed words and phrases designed to make the place sound great. It really was great and pretty much sold itself.
But it wasn’t the only luxury hotel out there. Mayfair was full of them. London was full of them. The UK was full of them. So it was up to
