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“GOOD TO SEE you again.” Lance shook hands with the hotel owner’s representative as the man’s car was pulled under the porte cochère in front of the Beverly Hills Hotel.
“We like what you’re doing here, Lance. Keep up the good work.” The man closed the door and pulled away.
A fiery red sports car with two attractive older women pulled up. Lance hesitated for a moment, nodding to them in welcome as a valet attendant hurried to the car.
“Welcome, Madame Valent,” the valet attendant said, opening the passenger door to the car.
Valent? That was a name Lance didn’t hear often.
“Good afternoon, Alfred, always lovely to see you,” the woman said, swinging her still-shapely legs out of the low car and accepting the valet attendant’s hand. “I don’t know how you get out of this car in a dres
