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Devious Lies (Cruel Crown #1)(23)
Author: Parker S_Huntington

The pilots had delayed another day until they could replace the emergency slide, which forced Mother to sleep in a town she thought she was too good for, and Dad and I spent the entire vacation with a cold.

Mother called us stupid on her way to the spa, but I shared secret smiles with Dad and drank hot chocolate with mini marshmallows in the library of the yposkafo we rented, scouring English and Greek dictionaries for special words.

On my ninth birthday, I’d learned that my dad loved me fiercely, storms were magic, and unique words were the prayers that fueled them.

The first lesson had been a lie. Dad wouldn’t have stolen from his company and taken that risk if he loved me.

The second and third lessons were probably lies, too, but I’d never been able to shake the idea of magical storms and transcendental words.

I whispered five magic words to force Brandon out of my head. I speed-walked my way to the alcove of elevators. My fingers made quick work of my pin, loosening my name tag before a guest noticed an employee headed to the sixteenth floor.

Before the power crew had left for the day, we’d had them turn an extra elevator on for the guests to reach their rooms.

Two elevators.

More than a hundred guests.

I dropped my hands and ran to the last one on the right. Its doors had begun to close. A crowd of businessmen approached behind me. I didn’t know how I could explain not having an actual room on the sixteenth floor to nine people, so I took my chances that there were fewer people inside the closing elevator.

I broke into an all-out sprint, which wasn’t the best look in Converse and a floor-length dress made of restricting curtain fabric, but I’d been working since eight this morning, and it was two hours past midnight. I needed a whole day of rest if I had to spend it on the damn closet floor. Plus, I’d drunk just enough to make me drowsy, my eyes droopy and begging for a good night’s sleep.

“Wait!” I called out to the two occupants, so dizzy from alcohol and hunger, I thought I might faint.

The man had his head tucked downward, focusing on his smartphone, but the woman looked up. We made eye contact as the doors continued their path. Neither of them bothered holding them open. I dove inside the elevator, barely escaping the heavy metal doors.

I bumped into the man, who steadied me with a large palm before stepping back. My cheeks burned a horrifying shade of scarlet from exertion, and I averted my eyes from his towering build and bespoke suit, almost certain my mask was a second from slipping off.

Ignoring my irritation with them both, I pressed the button to the sixteenth floor, brushing against the woman’s arm.

She scooted as far away as possible at my touch, her silver-coated mask shifting with the movement. Her runway-thin body looked svelte in the sequined dress she wore, the same color as her mask.

Meanwhile, I resembled the aftermath of a category four tornado. Vodka stained the left half of my gown. Slate-black hair swept in dizzying directions. Multi-colored eyes framed by melted mascara and eyeliner, in the shape of a wilting raccoon.

I could kiss my mask for hiding most of the liquified makeup, but I kept my head down in case. I didn’t want one of Dad’s old business friends to recognize me, and the prospect of anyone seeing me like this unnerved me.

A nagging awareness spread through my chest, something I couldn’t pinpoint but knew I had to. The wall tempted me. I wanted to face it, bury myself in the gunmetal velvet lining, and hide until the invisible needles pricking my body ceased their assault.

I lowered my head down and tilted away. Pulling my phone out, I typed out a couple of messages to Ben for something to do.

Durga: You know what would be an awful way to die? In a room full of people you don’t know.

 

 

Durga: Or worse—a room full of people you hate.

 

 

I waited, breath baited. The circle by his name remained red, indicating he either wasn’t on his phone or he wasn’t on the app. I suppressed my sigh but flipped off its push notifications in case an alert came in during work and someone realized I was from Eastridge.

My fingers continued typing idle messages on the notes, pretending I had a reason for keeping my head down other than a body-seizing fear of being recognized.

The lights flickered. I crossed my toes in the Chucks my dress hid well and sent a mini-prayer to the powers that be that the electricity wouldn’t shut off, and I wouldn’t be stuck in this elevator with these two.

The elevator shook at the next rumble of thunder. My thin, silver name tag fell to the floor. I’d forgotten I even loosened it. I bent to pick it up the same time the man did. He reached it first, lifting it with delicate care I hadn’t expected.

I extended my hand out for it, but he didn’t return it. His thumb brushed against my name engraved on the tiny silver rectangle. He stood, his movements abrupt and jerky. It remained clutched between his fist, the grip so tight his knuckles had turned white. He would have crushed it, had it not been metal.

I kept my head down, torn between facing him and demanding he return my name tag and turning to the wall and forgetting it existed.

What the hell was happening?

I straightened after him, confused and too tired to draw conclusions. He pressed the button for the next floor—the seventh.

The doors opened almost immediately. I glanced at his date from the corners of my eyes.

The girl stood frozen, her jaw unhinging. Her furrowed brows dipped into her mask. “What?”

“We’re done for the weekend.” The clipped tone seemed familiar. I wanted to study him, but it was more reason not to. I refused to be recognized while confined to a small box. “Wait for the elevator to return to the lobby. I’ll add a bonus for the taxi.”

She clutched onto his arm as the elevator pinged. “But I thought—”

“I don’t pay you to think.” He took a step back, extracting himself from her grip. I refused to glance at his face. “Your flight is booked for 8 A.M.”

In six hours.

I nearly winced for the poor girl, but I was supposed to be minding my business, my head down, my damn name tag still in this stranger’s fingers. Plus, if it had been up to her, the elevator doors would have closed on me.

She dipped her head down and left the elevator without another protest.

He was an asshole.

Clearly.

But it was not my problem.

Nope.

I just wanted my name tag.

“Can I have my name tag?” I shifted at the awkwardness in the air.

I’d met men like him before. I didn’t need to look at his face to know his type—classically handsome with all the money and power in the world. A man who thought he could toy with people as he pleased. A man like my father.

I loved my dad, but I didn’t love who he had turned out to be. Obligatory love, my mom had called it when I’d tried to explain the pain in my soul. It seemed too inadequate of a description.

The man toyed with the metal in his hand and whispered, his voice as deep and rich as his Westmancott suit, “Emery.”

My name sounded like it’d touched his lips before. It spoke of a familiarity that alarmed me, and I prayed against all odds he hadn’t recognized my name.

It wasn’t only my dad people dragged through the mud. My mother and I bore emotional battle scars from the last four years, but I supposed I might have had it easy compared to her. She refused to leave Eastridge.

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