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“What the hell am I going to do with two months of vacation?”
Mia Turner ignored the weird look she got from the bell boy. She tipped him and shut the hotel door behind him. Glancing around the opulent suite, she didn’t know what to do. She was used to working. Hadn’t had a vacation for six years. The only reason she knew how long it had been since her last vacation was that her partners had forced her to take one that time too. This time, they and her doctor had said she needed to reduce her stress or else. Since she didn’t want to know what ‘or else’ was, she agreed to this cockamamie trip. Going over to the window, Mia looked out at the picturesque view of Milan, Italy. Even the thought of exploring the city’s attractions and fashions did not excite her.
Turning away from the sight, she got her bag and took out her cell phone. Replacing the SIM card, she tapped the key to turn it on. When it dinged and came on, she grinned. Picking up her card key, she put it in the pocket of her blazer and headed for the door. She stepped into the hall, then closed the door behind her. She remembered the bellhop mentioning that there were elevators on both ends of the floor. With a glance left, then right, she decided to go to the left, the opposite way from where they had come up. She went rapidly down the hall, searching for the elevator. A ding made her speed up. Turning the corner, she frowned at the sight of the closing elevator doors. She rushed to them, but they closed before she reached them.
Tapping her foot impatiently, she waited. Glancing farther down, she saw another elevator. With another impatient glance at the one in front of her, she shook her head, then went down the hall. Looking inside the open doors, she could see no reason the elevator was not moving. Cautiously, she stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. The doors closed, and the elevator started to rise. Pushing the button frantically, Mia cursed as the elevator continued to go up.
“Damn! I want to go down.” Mia made an exasperated sound and crossed her arms under her breasts.
The lift continued upward. Resigned to taking a ride, Mia tapped a button on her phone to wake it up. She tapped another button, put it to her ear, and listened to it ring. Absently, she looked as the doors opened. Spotting a sign, she put her hand out, stopping the doors from closing. She strode out of the elevator and followed the arrow on the sign that said ‘Roof Access’.
Appreciatively, she observed the lush surroundings as she walked down the hall. There seemed to only be one door on the floor, some distance down the hall. A glance behind her dissuaded her assumption. Another door was on the other end of the hall. Arriving at the door with the gold sign stating ‘Roof Access’, she pushed open the door and stepped outside.
“Christ, Mia. You just got there. Why are you calling?” The voice on the other end of phone sounded irate.
“It doesn’t matter, Reggie. I looked at the sights“—she had no qualms about her little fib—“and now I’m calling. What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
Absently, she looked at the beautiful visage of historic buildings and sky in front of her. Turning away from it, she strode farther onto the roof, past a rooftop garden, until she reached an open area. She stopped next to an ornate table.
“Thanks to you, I lost a hundred dollars.”