Kat scowled at the closed door for an entire minute before reaching for the untouched bottle of beer. She snapped the top off and flicked it at the door. It bounced back onto the plush carpet, waiting to be stepped on.
Smart ass.
It wasn't hard for her to get dates. She'd had boyfriends, she'd had lovers, keeping all of them out of sight and out of the tabloids. That hadn't been hard to manage; the paparazzi moving on to bigger, better targets when she stayed out of the clubs and out of the public eye, too busy working for McMaster Industries.
Except she wasn't here to find a soulmate. She was here to save the Majestic.
Kat sat back and relaxed against the soft cushions, enjoying the beer and planning out her future.
Julien might have a point. The pictures in the file displayed the Ma
