FORTY-NINE
Penny smoothed her skirt before walking into the Dampier Room, aware of the cameras recording everything. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw she wasn't the last to arrive. Aside from the camera crew, there were only three other people present at the table set for eight: Jay, Calais and a woman who looked around Penny's age sat beside Calais. Jay's sister, perhaps?
"Penelope, this is my hotel manager, Xan Lane," Jay said, banishing that idea. "She takes care of the resort while I'm off enjoying myself with you ladies."
Xan rolled her eyes. "I take care of the resort, regardless. I have yet to see you do a day's work since you arrived." She had an English accent, a strong contrast to her tanned, athletic appearance. Penny would have pegged her as Aussie to the core.
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