Chapter 13

Charisse made her way back to the hotel—after all, duty still called. Lifting the hem of her designer dress, she strolled through the lobby. The girls at the front desk couldn't help but react. "Wow, Charisse, that dress is stunning!" one of them whispered. "It's gotta be haute couture, right? Bet it cost a fortune. Did Owen buy it for you?" "Totally. No way we could afford something like that on our salary unless we hit the jackpot." A long-faced girl at the desk rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "Please, what kind of trashy car does Owen even drive? As if he could afford that kind of dress. She probably found herself another sugar daddy. So typical of her." The others exchanged glances but kept quiet. Pretty much everyone at Luna Heights Hotel knew Olivia Smith couldn't stand Charisse. Olivia, being a veteran staff member, had worked her way up from entry level. Word was she'd almost snagged the role in the presidential suite, but then Charisse showed up out of nowhere and got