That evening, Kelsie refused to let Jett pick her up and drove to the place on her own.
Waiting outside the hotel was a man of average height with a lanky build and prescription glasses.
When he saw her car drive in, he first cross-checked its licence plate number with the one he was given.
Confirming it was the right one, he ran toward the car, holding the door open for her to alight.
"Ms. Sutton, you're here."
"Oh, hi." Her surprise deepened when she saw his name plaque, which identified him as the manager, pinned to his left breast pocket.
Lowering his head respectfully, he gestured to the top floor, "Mr. Adler is waiting upstairs."
Ah, so that was why.
This person already knew who she was coming to meet.
Starting the car again, she nodded, "Okay, I'll follow you up once I park properly."
The words had just fallen when a vallet sprinted toward them.
"We have vallets for that, ma'am."
Kelsie didn't insist and alighted, handing her key to the vallet.
