My Wanderlust Bites the Dust by Eliza Watson

Author:Eliza Watson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elizabeth Watson
Published: 2018-06-07T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“How many Evans and Walker meetings have you worked?” Ted, the security guy, asked me.

“This is my first one.”

“Have you worked with Taylor Made Events before?”

“No.”

He stopped scrawling notes on his pad, glancing up with a curious look. “Who hired you?”

“Blair.”

“Who referred you to her?”

“Declan Grady.”

“How long has he worked for the company?”

“I don’t know. You’d have to ask Blair.”

And should I hire a lawyer?

Not only was I thought incompetent, but also a thief?

I maintained eye contact with Ted, trying not to fidget with the gold tulle on the table or to look guilty.

Because I wasn’t guilty!

“So the thief took the product but left your purse?”

“Yes.” I’d told him that three times. I picked up my purse for emphasis, then dropped it on the table. Crap. My teacup. I unzipped the purse and unwrapped the cup to make sure the fragile china hadn’t broken.

Ted eyed my purse, then the dirty teacups waiting to be cleared from the table. “Is that a hotel cup in your purse?”

My heart raced. “I didn’t swipe it. The banquet captain gave it to me.”

He arched a skeptical brow, jotting down notes.

My gaze darted around the room for Nigel to corroborate my story, but he was nowhere to be found. I also hadn’t stolen those prints from the guy on the street. I’d gotten them for free!

“Registration hasn’t had to make any new badges, and we haven’t had any lost ones turned in,” Ted said. “So nobody unauthorized accessed the room.” He eyed my badge.

Things could be worse. I could have lost my badge again, enabling the thief to steal the product while impersonating me.

After Ted’s interrogation, I was mentally drained, yet determined to prove my innocence. I hunted down Nigel and posed similar questions about his banquet staff.

“I guarantee my staff would not jeopardize their positions or this hotel by stealing the product.” He looked offended by my accusation.

“Everyone is a suspect. Even me. I was just questioned by security, as I’m sure you will be.”

Armando was removing chafing dishes from the appetizer station. He’d been skulking around the macaroons, likely taste testing them.

“What about Armando? He was ticked that I contacted you when he went missing from my VIP dinner.” The guy had been on a smoking break rather than addressing the dinner issues, and he’d eaten off a client’s dessert station. He didn’t appear concerned about keeping his job.

Had he been pissed enough to try to get me fired?

“He can be a bit lazy at times, but I truly don’t think he’s a thief.” Yet Nigel’s suspicious gaze narrowed on Armando. “However, rest assured I’ll investigate.” He marched off.

I’d just moved to the top of Armando’s shit list.

If a hotel employee had swiped it, they’d likely handed it off to someone immediately and it was no longer in the hotel.

“It’s never a dull moment, is it?” Mindy said, walking up. “I once had a VIP’s suitcase go missing after it was given to the bellstand for delivery.”

“How’d you find it?”

“We didn’t.”

“That’s not very reassuring.

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