Ariana walked in the direction the blonde pointed and stopped in front of the door. Then, she knocked and stepped in without waiting for an answer.
As soon as she entered the sparsely furnished office, she locked eyes with a middle-aged man who seemed to be having a horrible morning already.
“Good morning! You must be Mr Francis!” She chirped, offering a polite smile.
Mr Francis didn’t seem quite happy to see her. His brows creased and his lips curled in disgust as he glared at Ariana.
“And who are you?” He asked, visibly trying to hide his annoyance.
“Ariana Blake,” she replied. “Mr. Blackthorn’s secretary. I’m overseeing the final preparations for the hotel’s opening ceremony.”
His eyes widened very slightly, they were almost missed. Disbelief flashed across their faces before bein
