Mason Graves
After dropping Sere off, I drove straight to the hotel where Mr. Wilson was staying. The deal with him had taken longer than expected, and I was certain he must have reached a decision by now. It wasn’t in his best interest to delay things any further.
Within minutes, I pulled up at the entrance of the hotel, handed my keys to the valet, and walked inside. The elevator ride to the seventh floor felt slower than usual, giving me more time to think about what I’d say to him. If he had signed the contract, things would be smoother. If not, well, I wasn’t in the mood to waste more time convincing him.
Arriving at his door, I knocked twice. A few seconds later, he opened it, looking like he was in a hurry. His suitcase was half-packed, and his expression screamed exhaustion.
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