CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Milo was feeling much better after the coffee, so the two took a taxi into central Athens.
“I hope you’re hungry,” Keira told Milo as they got out at the hotel. “Balthazar cooks an amazing mezze platter for breakfast.”
“I still can’t believe you have a butler,” Milo said, shaking his head. “You must have made the magazine so much money for them to be able to afford that. It’s not like anyone else there has had a viral article.”
It was a good point. Keira tended to look at every bonus from her job as a wonderful gift she didn’t deserve, but the amount of money she was making them must be significantly higher than the amount they were giving her in bonuses back. Business class flights, fancy hotels, and butlers did not come cheap, and Elliot had told her time and tim
