Hey Big Spender by Gemma Halliday & T. Sue VerSteeg

Author:Gemma Halliday & T. Sue VerSteeg
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2015-10-13T00:00:00+00:00

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At 8:00 a.m., I walked by the front desk, sipping on my first latte of the day. My morning had barely started, but I'd already handled a day's worth of work. Paperwork for the next board meeting (which was approaching all too quickly!) had been signed at the attorney's office, the police had me sign off on releasing LeAnna's room back to her (words could not convey how freaking happy that signature made me!), and feathers had been smoothed after a heated exchange at the craps table between a Japanese tourist and one of our regular skiers. I'd even put in a text to Maverick, who had informed me that Hammerhead Hank had a very boring evening last night listening to our faux Sinatra during a steak dinner in the Minstrel Lounge, doing a little browsing in the gift shop—where he'd picked up a porcelain figurine of a knight in shining armor—losing $1,200 at the blackjack table, and then ending his evening stumbling back to his room after downing several scotches at the bar. No one had been whacked or otherwise manhandled. Thank God for small favors.

I was just making my way to the front desk to fill Tate in on the fruits of his labor last night, when, as if thinking about it brought it back to life, I spotted Marcy, a.k.a. Marcy's Playground, pulling a suitcase across the lobby. Her head was down, and she was practically running for the front doors. Her conservative jeans, T-shirt, and hooded sweatshirt fit her personality much better than the largely nonexistent outfit from the night before. I only prayed this was not a morning-after walk I was witnessing.

"Marcy!" I yelled.

She stopped in her tracks, whipping her head around and looking for the source of her name. I popped my hand in the air, waving in her direction. I yelled her name again and moved toward her.

Her gaze shifted between me and the floor as she pressed a finger to her chest and eked out, "Me?"

Realization hit me that she had no idea who I was, thanks to Tate's magical makeup case. "Yes, you," I said, scrambling to come up with a cover. "My name is Tessie King, owner of the casino. A friend of mine told me you might be looking to change careers."

Her eyes stayed rooted to the ground, and her chest heaved. "Who? How?" was all she could get out as she gasped for air.

"A friend of a friend, but that's not important," I soothed, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "What's important is that we have several positions open at our restaurants, and I believe even one at our front desk."

Her breathing returned to normal after a big sigh, but she continued to study her shoes intently. "I don't have any training in either area, but thank you for the information." She turned to leave, but I firmed up my grip, keeping her next to me.

"We will train the right person. You come highly recommended."

"Really?" A tiny smile curled her lips as she looked up at me through her dark lashes.

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