Kat stood and stretched toward the ceiling, mentally shifting gears for the day. It was all fine and dandy to spend nights with her men, but now it was time to get down to the nitty-gritty business of making the Majestic sing again. The excitement was building; she could feel it in the way the staff walked around, the pride they took in their jobs. The lethargy she'd seen on her first night was gone, everyone from the blackjack dealers to the waitresses smiling and enthusiastic about the reopening.
This was going to be the talk of the town. Enough to pull in a strong profit and show her grandfather she was not only able to bring the Majestic back from the brink, but good enough to take over one of the company's major hotels elsewhere.
If she wanted to leave.
The recent conversation with
