Chapter ThirteenDESPITE HER RAY OF HOPE, Acacia remained anxious.
She worried her identity would be leaked to the media in the aftermath of the BRB’s descent on Hotel Victoire. She’d set up a Google alert for any mention of her name or, God forbid, a photograph. Dread filled her every time she checked her email.
She hadn’t mentioned the situation to her mother, foregoing their weekly telephone calls in favor of emails. It was impossible to hide her anxiety over the telephone. If Acacia lost her job, she wouldn’t be able to support her mother. But she didn’t want to worry her unnecessarily.
By the time Friday arrived, Acacia was more than eager to quit the hotel. Monsieur Roy had recruited other staff to watch her, eagerly looking for any misstep or hint of customer dissatisfaction. Acac
