Business meetings came and went.
Somewhere in the distance, a pianist played softly from the lounge.
Reina guided her housekeeping cart off the executive elevator and down the quiet hallway.
The Leone Foundation had reserved one of the conference rooms for an afternoon planning meeting. Fresh coffee had already been delivered. Reina's job was simple—replace the flowers, straighten the chairs, refill the water station, and make sure everything looked exactly the way guests expected before anyone arrived.
She adjusted the final place setting, stepped back, and studied the room.
Satisfied, she gave the room one last glance before reaching for her cart.
"Miss Hernandez."
She turned.
David stood in the doorway, a folder tucked beneath one arm.
His tie had been loosened slightly, though
