98. Catching A Rat

“Shall I bring you a drink from the bar, sir?”

Jackson looked up from the newspaper in his hands to find Miss Roberts hovering over him. He had seen her at the front desk when he had walked into the lobby, and her anxiety was through the roof. Did she know that she had put herself in a dangerous situation?

And if she did, why was she risking it? What was she hoping to achieve by the ambush she was trying to set up?

“Are you working in the kitchen, too, these days?” he asked.

“I’m just being hospitable, sir, since I’m on my break,” she answered with a smile.

He could feel the hostility in her tone. It made him wonder if this was the real her and she’d had an ulterior motive when she tried to get close to him. Had she been trying to get information out of him all this time?

“Instead of getting me a drink, maybe you can arrange for someone to do the work I pay them for in my suite,” he said dismissively. “Unless you want me to fire all of you and start afresh?”

Andrea’s eyes widened.

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