Page 6 of Damaged Mogul
I turn around.
A smiling woman impeccably dressed in a stunning fuchsia dress, with hair as jet black as mine, comes rushing my way, balancing beautifully on killer white high heels.
“Yes?”
“I’m Michaela König. Phoenix’s wife.”
Phoenix, the CEO, and Gage Hollingsworth’s friend. Got it.
Wait a minute.
I frown. “How did you know who I was?”
“I asked the driver of the chauffeured car I put at your disposal to text me when you were approaching the hotel. He told me you were the woman wearing a light purple sweatshirt, white jeans, and white high-top Converse.” She looks aroundthe lobby. “Lucky for me, you’re the only one who matches that description.”
The service here is out of this world.“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise. Welcome to the Pompadour Hotel.” She extends a hand.
“Thank you.” I shake it.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to greet you when you arrived earlier, but I was stuck on a call with our Paris hotel.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re the hotel’s queen bee. I’m just another guest.”
She shakes her head. “No, you’re not. Gage asked me to look after you.”
“I’m sure he had more important things to deal with than pick me up at the airport.”
“He planned on picking you up, but he’s dealing with a DEFCON crisis.”
“I hope he’s okay.”
“He is. He’s… having a rough day.”
“Sounds like his day is shittier than mine.”
Her eyes shift to my luggage cart. “Not that shitty.”
“As much as I like this outfit, the airline’s mistake forced me to go shopping for a new wardrobe before I was able to do any sightseeing,” I say. “When life throws you lemons?—”
“Make French lemon tart.”
“Good one.”
She winks.
Michaela turns her attention to the bellboy. “Can you please wait for Miss Schuyler near the elevators? We’re going to have a little chat.”
“Absolutely, Mrs. König.” With a bow, bellboy moves away, rolling my new wardrobe with him.
Michaela’s phone rings. She checks her screen and ignoresthe call. Her eyes are on me again. “Did you check your luggage tracker app?”
“I did. My luggage is in Hawaii.”
“Crap.”
“My arrival in LA was epic. Not only did I lose my luggage, but while I was looking for it, I lost my phone somewhere in LAX.”
