“I can’t stay here,” I whisper to myself as I step through thelobby doors. “We have to go.”
I’m halfway across the lobby and already determined to packup our things and get myself and Elise out of New York Citytonight… when I remember I left my laptop in the conferenceroom at Zhukova Incorporated.
If I lose it, the money for a replacement will come out of mypaycheck. Roger already made that clear before I left for thetrip, and I can’t afford that.
I’m frozen on the wooden floor, my mind spinning as I try tofigure out what to do next.
I turn and see the night concierge smiling back at me over thedesk. “Is everything all right?”
“Yeah, I just—” I approach the counter. “Could you call a carfor me?”
“On Mr. Zhukova’s account?” she asks quietly, almost like it’sa sec
