New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 492 Preparation The next morning, Claire arrived at the new Harris Hotel, her sharp eyes scanning every corner of the grand lobby. Sandra followed closely behind, tablet in hand, ready to take notes on any final changes that needed to be addressed.

Today was important-Claire needed to ensure that everything was in order for the grand opening. The smallest flaw could lead to unnecessary complaints, and she wasn't about to let that happen.

She made her way toward the service area where the hotel's Al-powered robots were undergoing final testing. One of the staff members was inputting last-minute commands into the system, but Claire needed to see for herself that the technology was working smoothly. Just as she was about to run another test, Alexander appeared beside her, watching her closely before speaking.

"How was your sleep?" he asked casually, his tone laced with curiosity.

Claire didn't glance at him, keeping her focus on the robot. "Good," she answered simply.

Alexander raised an eyebrow at her vague response. "Good as in bad? Or good as in amazing? I need specifics, Claire. You did spend the night at the hotel, after all. If I'm going to use your experience for testimonials, you have to be honest."

Claire sighed, finally turning to face him. "The bed was comfortable. The lighting was just right-didn't hurt my eyes. The water pressure was good, and all the bathroom necessities were in place. The couch? Didn't spend much time on it, but it was fine. The small working table was a nice addition."

Alexander nodded and turned to his secretary, who was already typing the notes onto her tablet. "Got that?" he asked.

The secretary nodded. "Yes, sir."

Satisfied, Alexander turned back to Claire with a smirk. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Claire ignored his teasing and returned to inspecting the robot, making sure its movements were fluid. She wasn't going to waste any more time entertaining his amusement.

"Alright, what about the food?" Alexander pressed. "I need feedback on that too."

Claire thought for a moment. She had been so exhausted last night that she barely ate, but she did remember the pasta she had ordered. "The pasta was okay," she admitted. "But it was slightly overcooked, and the sauce was a bit too dry."

a short nod to his secretary, who promptly noted it down.

before speaking again. "I

the sudden shift in topic. "Yeah. The previous one I worked with for years is no longer my

and obsessed with you?" Alexander rolled his eyes at the mention of Claudia Wright. "First, I agree she is quite crazy and second, she is not obsessed with me. She just wanted what is

in front of me out of the blue." Claire says

though it was tough at first as in the man is quite stubborn with the profit and how much he will get. But I have settled the matters and we have agreed on the number.

made. Alexander had a way of handling

back to Alexander. "Have you decided on a name for the

head. "You know, I've been going back and forth on it. It's a different theme from the Harris Hotels in London and other countries. The focus isn't just on elegance this time-

"Then why

a moment before nodding slowly. "I've had a few ideas, but I want it to be perfect. Maybe

smirk. "Sounds

it's out there, it sticks." Claire rolled her eyes slightly before glancing back at the robots. "Well, don't take too long. You don't want the press referring to it as 'the nameless hotel'

the robot she was testing. "How's it looking?" Claire turned her attention back to the machine. "Smooth so far, but I want to run a few more tests. If even one of these things malfunctions during an important moment,

"Good. Keep

He feels her eyes on him as he glances at Claire and stares at

you looking at me? Is there something on my

head. "No, I was just about to ask you regarding the guest list.

"Why are you asking?"

guest lists and that there will be no surprise guests or unwanted guests that will ruin the opening night. As you said," her eyes gaze back to Alex with seriousness.

notice the hint of seriousness in Claire's eyes. As if there is something

He doesn't like to make assumptions but from her cold

there is