By the time Lauren and Caleb made it up to the seventy-seventh floor, one of the suite doors stood wide open.
They rushed in and found exactly what they'd feared: Eleanor.
She'd already smoothed her clothes back into place, redone her hair.
But the state of the room told its own story, red roses crushed across the floor. Something had happened.
They'd already called her once, worried enough to check in, and Eleanor had told them the floor without registering the room number.
Lauren had put the call on speaker, and even through Eleanor's best effort to sound normal, both of them had heard the c***k underneath her voice.
"Ellie, where's the scumbag now?" Lauren asked, cracking her knuckles.
"Left," Eleanor said, flat. "Went to go see Cassandra."
"Unbelievable."
Lauren cursed him the
