Cole stepped into the hall, his heart racing. It took all he had to pull the phone out and call Phil, claiming he had a headache and needed a break.
It wasn't a total lie.
He stayed until the tall man arrived and headed down to the bar.
He needed a drink, badly.
The bartender didn't bat an eye when Cole asked for whiskey and told him to leave the bottle, a drastic change from the usual club soda. He looked grateful for the chance to work, Cole being the only customer at present.
While the hotel was technically closed, the bar and kitchen had stayed open both for walk-in meals and the employees. Kat had insisted on it, making sure no one would lose money by being laid off. She wasn't going to put the cost of the renovations on the employees' shoulders by starving them of wages.
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