I had heard before that the sixty-sixth floor was the exclusive floor for the hotel CEO, and colleagues also mentioned that the hotel's president was very young and handsome. She was somewhat curious but had never connected him to Claud Laurence.
Thinking about it now, she realized she hadn't been very observant. Every time he appeared, he seemed to have several people following him, including the hotel manager. Moreover, whenever he sat in the lobby listening to her play the piano, it seemed like no one ever disturbed the tranquility of the lobby.
"Miss Robinson, please."
The waiter respectfully opened the door for her.
Alice Robinson nodded and, glancing up, caught sight of Claud Laurence.
He sat on one side of a rectangular table, his hand resting on a glass of red wine, seemingly having waited for her for some time.
The soft glow of the crystal chandelier created a hazy ambiance around them…
