Chapter 13 - Up in Suite 904
The private elevator chimed softly as the doors opened directly into the magnificent living room of Suite 904. Warm, amber lighting illuminated plush velvet sofas, custom teak furniture, and floor-to-ceiling glass offering a sweeping view of the city glowing under the midnight rain.
Lupita followed Clara inside, holding a tray with warm tea, fresh towels, and a small glass of milk for little Lily.
"I laid her down in the master bedroom, Ms. Vance," Lupita said gently, her voice full of deep respect. "She's sleeping soundly. She's safe here."
Clara sat on the edge of the leather sofa, her pink coat finally removed, revealing her pale, tired face. She looked up at the older woman. "How did you know, Lupita? How did you know to tell Patrick to check the secondary tab?"
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Lupita smiled softly, her dark eyes filling with emotion. "Your father hired me twenty years ago, Ms. Vance. He told me that if the day ever came when a tired woman holding red roses walked into this lobby looking defeated, I was to look past the clothes and look at the eyes. Arthur Vance had those same eyes when he built this place from nothing. I knew who you were the second you walked through the glass."
👉 Clara’s eyes filled with tears, not of humiliation this time, but of overwhelming gratitude as Lupita handed her an encrypted satellite phone.
