“Okay.

The bartender guided Hannah to a private room before he hurried to the manager’s office and knocked on the door.

He knocked several times, but when no one responded, he gathered his nerve and twisted the doorknob.

“Mr.

Wainwright…”

Suddenly, a pillow hurtled through the air and thudded against the door.

Clive, clearly still groggy and irritated from sleep, glared at the bartender.

“There had better be a good reason for you to disturb my sleep!”

The bartender hesitated, then said, “Mr.

Wainwright, there’s a woman named Hannah here to see you.

I thought I should…”

At the mention of Hannah, the annoyance faded from Clive’s eyes.

He got to his feet, grabbed his coat, and stepped out.

“Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

The bartender muttered to himself, realizing Clive hadn’t given him a chance to explain.

she?”

“She’s in

you

Clive swung the door

for a moment before turning to

you bring me

“Of course, sir.

“You’ve

Mr.

Vargas

wrapped up in some

there anything you need my help with

it was always

Hannah flashed a smile.

have a reason for my

need a

Clive nodded.

“Go ahead and ask.

I’m reluctant,

certainly step

He spread his hands with a slight

one in charge

his tone, Hannah chuckled and probed, “What’s the matter?

there something bothering

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