CHAPTER TWENTY -EIGHT: ROOM 313
The Grand Meridian Hotel had many secrets, but none as persistent as Room 313.
It was a luxurious suite on the top floor. With a private terrace, huge windows overlooking the city skyline, a king-sized bed that cost more than most people’s monthly rent, and a bathroom with a marble tub big enough for two. The room was almost always booked, but never under the same name twice. Different credit cards. Different aliases. Always paid in advance. Always for one night a month.
As the night concierge, I saw everything.
My name is Lena Langford. Twenty-six years old. I had worked at the Meridian for three years, and I knew every regular guest, every VIP, every scandal. But Room 313 was different. The guest or guests never showed their face to the staff. They use
