She gave herself a mini pep talk as she rode the elevator up. This was hardly her biggest client, but none others had lived in a place like this. Several lived in multimillion-dollar homes, but nothing as grand as this hotel.
"You got this, Lil." He’s just another client; there’s nothing special about him.
She reminded herself of her image of a short, fat, bald hotel owner. Nothing like the O'Connell in her building.
When the elevator doors opened, she could only gape. She’d thought the hotel was amazing, it had nothing on this suite. The same cream colored walls and marble floor graced the space before her. Antique paintings hung behind protective glass; vases sat on pedestals. But, oddly, there was no furniture. No personal touches. She felt she was in a museum rather than a home.
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