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“Right.” Olivia nodded, but she didn’t look convinced. “If you say so.”
“I know so.” Determined to change the subject, I glanced over at the television screens. “It’s been quiet the past week or so. Do you know of any big groups coming in?”
“Yeah, we have an entire movie crew staying here … and for a month straight. They arrive tomorrow. In exchange for themstaying here—and posting photos of their stay while filming—all of them have been given access to this lounge.”
I was caught off guard. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” she confirmed.
“Well, that’s going to make for a busy few weeks. Although if they’re filming a movie, they’ll probably be busy during the day.”
“It’s not as if they’ll all be on set at the same time,” Olivia argued. “I’m thinking this lounge will be pretty busy. That’s why I stopped in. I was hoping to talk to Kyla.”
“She’s due to swing by in about ten minutes,” I offered. “She checks in regularly.”
“Okay.” Olivia kept rubbing her stomach as if she were a genie trying to wish her baby out. “Just out of curiosity, how has Kyla been with you?”
“With me?” I was confused.
She nodded.
“She’s been fine. I don’t see her often.”
“And Tallulah?” Her voice was deceptively mild, but she wasn’t fooling me.
“I don’t think she likes Tallulah,” I replied. It wasn’t my place to get involved, but I couldn’t help myself. Kyla really was terrible to Tallulah, who didn’t deserve it. “I believe there was some static about Kyla’s sister wanting Tallulah’s job.”
Olivia’s expression turned dour. “Just because Kyla wanted her sister to have that job doesn’t mean it was owed to her.”
Was she telling me that for a reason? “I didn’t say it was owed to her. I was simply relating what I believe the problem is.”
“I know.” Olivia’s lower lip came out to play. “I don’t like that Tallulah isn’t happy here. Kyla is a good worker. She just seems to have attitude with Tallulah.”
“I don’t know what to tell you.” Being shoved in the center of this made me uncomfortable.
“It’s not fair to put you in this position,” Olivia agreed.
“And what position is that?” a female voice asked, causing me to internally cringe. I would recognize Kyla’s voice anywhere.
Olivia didn’t quake in the shadow of Kyla’s annoyance. “It’s nothing,” she replied as she turned. “I was just … talking to Ronan about the group that will be coming in tomorrow.”
“You mean the actors?” Kyla’s reaction to Olivia was bland. “I have it well in hand.”
“I didn’t say you didn’t.” Olivia chafed under Kyla’s attitude. “I was giving him a heads-up.”
“Do you think I don’t give my employees a heads-up?”
“I didn’t say that.” Olivia visibly tried to throw off her irritation and remain calm. “I was just discussing things with Ronan.”
“Well, how about you allow me to deal with my employees, huh? This isn’t your territory, Mrs. Stone. I don’t think you should stop in as frequently as you have been.”
Olivia’s mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” Kyla, to my absolute surprise and horror, was not backing down. “You swoop in here constantly to take up for your best friend, who is a very poor employee. That’s not how a business is supposed to be run.”
“Are you seriously telling me how the casino is supposed to be run?”
“I didn’t marry into this family and business,” Kyla replied, her tone clipped. “I had to work my way up, so I do understand how this business is supposed to operate. Your constant interference here is turning into a distraction.”
