C18 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

She parked the car in the dimly lit lot and turned off the ignition. After opening the car door gracefully, she strode into the upscale hotel with purpose, approaching the receptionist's desk.

"Good evening," she began, her demeanor exuding confidence. "I'm here to meet Mr. Lucas von Steele, who resides in the penthouse. I serve as his personal assistant."

The receptionist