The uptight atmosphere of the luxury hotel had started to dissolve after Mark's statement, replacing itself with a new kind of panic since whatever ancient god Macy had pissed off was apparently looking for blood and cut the electricity off.
Yes, by now, she had already formed the theory that suggested she was cursed, haunted, doomed or all three at once. What other explanation did it have? Everything had been going wrong since the moment she'd stepped here!
The worst? Blanchards didn't care.
Macy managed to find Judith in the meeting room. She was sitting at the end of the table and seemed to distract herself by scrolling down the screen of her phone after the chaos.
"The generator doesn't work?" Judith Blanchard had questioned with a raised eyebrow, her cold green eyes darting from her phone to hers before a tiny smirk played at the corner of her mouth, "Well, I've been managing this hotel for the last thirty years, and I can't remember a second that happened. So," She leaned back against her seat, "Since my son is adamant not to get you away from the business or himself, let's see how you will handle it."
Please.
Lisa Blanchard was at a dim, empty hair salon on the first floor, getting a manicure with Duke the eight on her lap, and seemed ignorant about the unnaturally silent ambiance caused by the absence of the electricity.
"That's strange," Lisa mumbled, scrunching her nose and turning to the manicurist, "Does this happen here a lot?"
He shook his head, confirming Judith's words, "Don't we have a backup generator though?"
"Yes," Macy informed him in a hasty panic, flipping the coin and trying to hide how bad the situation was, "It should start working soon." she lied.
"Good," Lisa tipped her head back, beaming at her, "Don't let them stress you out, Macy, but that rumor just proved that people are desperate to find a weakness, you know? Not everyone seems to accept this management change."
That was... one way to put it, yet it possessed no solutions.
Her next stop was Stephen Blanchard, who was waiting to meet with his lawyers at an empty table in the dining hall.
"I've already called someone, Macy, and they will look into it," Stephen informed her to her relief, his voice didn't possess any judgment or bitterness, and he seemed to prefer to ignore the previous chaos as if it had never happened.
An hour later, it turned out her relief was in vain, and she had to suppress the overwhelming tension floating in her veins to face... her husband.
Finding him was easy this time if one didn't count the exhausting stairs that had never come to an end since the elevator wasn't working. Other than that, all she had to do was go back to their suite and turn the doorknob.
There he was. So did the invisible wall of ice.
Still, there was something about the view that made her stop at the doorway and forget the current issue.
He was lounging on the linen armchair by the window with a book in his hand and the soft sunlight caressing the side of his face through the tulles. His other hand scratched Foxy's head, who had climbed and perched on the arm of the seat.
He looked stupidly regal, but that had always been the case with him.
The temptation of saying something annoying and snatching away his attention resurfaced, however this time, she doubted that he would fire her one of those stupid smirks and reply with something equally infuriating. It was her fault –
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Call It Business ( Book 3 of 'Call It' Series )
Random| Book Three of 'Call it' Series | The full-time witch, part-time conspiracy theorist, Macy Wallace called it luck when she found herself working as the assistant of her destined enemy, villain, the notorious playboy Gerard Blanchard. She called it...
