crash a closed, ultra-VIP event on the Skyline Level!”
“Harper,” I said quietly, a final warning buried in the calm. “You are creating a highly unnecessary scene.”
“I’m creating a scene? You’re trespassing!” Harper shouted, gesturing wildly toward the front desk with a diamond-clad hand. “Security! Where the hell is security? Why do we pay thirty thousand dollars for a private floor booking if the incompetent management allows vagrants and service staff to loiter by the private lifts?”
Eleanor stepped up beside Harper, her jaw set with icy, unadulterated malice. “