*Shelby*
I woke in the enormous master suite to the soft glow of morning coming through the windows. What should have been a peaceful morning was punctured by screams of irritation from the floor below.
I wrapped the robe Michael had given me around myself and opened the door to my room. I hurried down the stairs to see what was going on.
“You have got to be kidding me! This is completely unacceptable!”
A woman with blonde hair matching Lauren’s was yelling at Max, the staff member I’d played cards with on the yacht.
“Ma’am, I don’t know what to tell you. Mr. Astor has already assigned the rooms; I cannot go against his direct orders. There is already another guest staying in that room, and I am sure Mr. Astor would not approve of me kicking them out of the room.”
Max was clearly exasperated from dealing with the woman, and I couldn’t blame him.
“We will see about that. You will be lucky if you still have a job by the time I’m through with you.”
