Chapter 59
The call girls gathered in the Public Relations lounge exchanged surprised glances as they witnessed Elaine’s sudden panic. From the corridor, Charlotte’s sharp voice had pierced through faintly, but the details of her confrontation with Elaine remained a mystery.
“What has Georgia done this time? Charlotte’s here, demanding Elaine track Georgia down herself!” one murmured.
“Why does Georgia even matter to Charlotte?”
“True enough.”
Their chatter buzzed around Elaine, but she paid it no heed. Bursting into the lounge, her urgency driving her steps, Elaine spotted Georgia sitting quietly.
“Georgia, you…” Elaine began, the usual arrogance in her tone faltering as Charlotte’s words echoed in her mind. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she softened, “Are you alright?”
Georgia blinked in confusion. ‘Since when did she ever care? she thought.
“I’m fine,” Georgia replied simply.
Elaine hesitated, then plunged forward, “I need to ask you something–about Room 3, on the third floor.”
Georgia tensed instantly.
“Relax,” Elaine added quickly, attempting reassurance. “I’m just curious. Why were you there? I didn’t send you up there today.”
As she spoke, Elaine’s mind raced, piecing together fragments of harsh truths known but unspoken at Vetro Club. ‘Maybe Georgia went up there on her own, chasing money,” she thought bitterly. ‘Everyone knows what she did before, even if we’re not allowed to discuss it. She sacrificed her dignity for cash–mevhe even risked her life.”
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*Someone asked me to go,” Georgia said, brushing it on Condony, one assumed Elaine’s questions were routine. After all, she had indeed gone without orders.
Elaine narrowed her eyes. “Who?”
Georgia shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe one of the guests. They called for me specifically.”
Elaine’s gaze sharpened, probing deeper. “Was there anyone else from the staff in the room with you?”
“L…” Georgia began, then stopped herself. She wasn’t naive. She understood the subtle edge behind Elaine’s questions. This wasn’t mere curiosity–Elaine was fishing. And Georgia had no intention of betraying anyone. That wouldn’t be right. “Who?” Elaine pressed again.
Georgia held her silence, unwavering
A flicker of helplessness crossed Elaine’s eyes. She gave Georgia’s shoulder a gentle pat. “Get some rest, then.”
Suddenly, Elaine’s eyes caught on Georgia’s clothes–and widened in alarm. She hadn’t noticed earlier, distracted by her need for answers.
Georgia’s shirt was a man’s, clearly expensive; the sweatpants hung loose, cut for a male frame.
Elaine recognized the brand immediately. Preston.
She scrutinized Georgia’s plain demeanor. No special airs, no hint of privilege–but those clothes said otherwise.
“Test up I’m heading out “Elaine rose, still puzzled
Charlotte, trailing behind, didn’t enter the lounge Instead, she leaned against the wall nearby, listening through the door. Though fragments of conversation filtered through unclearly, it was enough.
When Elaine stepped out, Charlotte glanced at Georgia, seated and seeming unharmed. Relief washed over her
Elaine caught sight of Charlotte and hurried after her as Charlotte strode away
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“Something’s off,” Elaine muttered. “Georgia said the guest requested her specifically, and that there was another employee in the room–but I have no idea who.”
Charlotte pulled out her phone and called Lorenzo. “Who was with you when you entered that room? Was there any staff in Vetro Club uniform?”
Without hesitation, Lorenzo replied, “A woman. Pretty. I don’t know her name, but there was something familiar about her.”
“Would you recognize her if I showed you photos?”
“Yes.”
Charlotte hung up, then immediately called the Personnel Department. “Send me the current employee roster and photos,
now.”
“Charlotte… what about me?” Elaine asked, cheeks burning.
“I’ll deal with you later. I’ve got bigger problems.”
Elaine exhaled in relief. ‘At least she’s not focusing on me right now. If she wanted me gone, she’d have said so.”
Charlotte hurried to her office, where Lorenzo awaited.
She opened the new email and began scrolling through employee photos, showing them one by one to Lorenzo.
“Look carefully. We can’t allow someone like this to work here anymore.”
She thought grimly, Employees might be scheming, but I won’t tolerate anyone betraying others.
Lorenzo’s hand froze on the mouse. “It’s her.”
“Laura?”
Charlotte squinted at the file on the screen: Laura’s image stared back. A slow smile tugged at her lips. “I was too soft on her last time.”
She looked at Lorenzo. “Mr. Hill asked you to investigate what happened on the third floor, right? I went through hell for this. Did I do you a favor or what?”
Lorenzo nodded. “Charlotte, you know Mr. Hill well.”
“Not really,” she admitted, “but it’s clear Georgia means something special to him.”
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