Chapter 1 - The Woman on the Marble Floor

Vivienne Laurent still had one hand wrapped around Charlotte Valeâs wrist when Charlotte stopped resisting.
That frightened Vivienne more than struggling would have.
Charlotte slowly raised her face from the polished marble floor.
A thin streak of blood remained at the corner of her mouth.
Her palms burned from being dragged across the stone.
Around them, the Solmere lobby remained perfectly silent.
Vivienne released her with a disgusted look.
âSecurity.â
Two men near the elevators stepped forward.
âGet this woman out of my hotel.â
Charlotte pushed herself onto one knee.
Then she looked up.
âYour hotel?â
Vivienne laughed.
âYou heard me.â
Charlotte rose slowly.
Her simple black tank top was wrinkled.
Her jeans were dusty.
Nothing about her looked like the owner of a billion-dollar hotel empire.
That had been the point.
Charlotte wiped the blood from her lip.
Then she looked toward the front desk.
âRosa.â
The senior receptionist froze.
Vivienne frowned.
âHow does she know your name?â
Rosa Mendes had worked at the Solmere for twenty-eight years.
She stared at Charlotte as though she were looking at a ghost.
Charlotte reached beneath her shirt.
She pulled out a thin silver chain.
A small antique key hung from it.
Rosa covered her mouth.
âNo.â
Vivienne rolled her eyes.
âWhat now?â
Rosa stepped away from the desk.
Her eyes filled with tears.
âMiss Vale?â
Several older employees turned.
Charlotte said nothing.
Rosa walked closer.
âYou have your grandmotherâs key.â
Charlotte nodded.
âMy mother gave it to me three weeks before she died.â
The color disappeared from Rosaâs face.
Vivienne looked between them.
âThis is ridiculous.â
Charlotte turned toward her.
âThen you wonât mind waiting another thirty seconds.â
âFor what?â
Charlotte looked at the revolving doors.
âFor my attorney.â
As if the lobby had been waiting for those words, three people entered.
The first was Daniel Reed, a silver-haired attorney who had represented Charlotteâs grandfather for nearly four decades.
Beside him walked a woman carrying a sealed document case.
Behind them came two independent corporate auditors.
Vivienneâs smile weakened.
Daniel stopped in the center of the lobby.
Then he saw Charlotteâs scraped hands.
His face hardened.
âWhat happened?â
Vivienne immediately stepped forward.
âThis woman broke into restricted areas and refused to leave.â
Daniel looked at Charlotte.
âDid she know who you were?â
Charlotteâs eyes remained on Vivienne.
âApparently not.â
Vivienne laughed nervously.
âWho exactly is she supposed to be?â
Daniel opened the document case.
He removed a notarized certificate bearing the Solmere Holdings seal.
Then he turned toward the guests.
âThis is Charlotte Eleanor Vale.â
A murmur spread through the lobby.
âThe sole surviving daughter of Eleanor Vale.â
Another murmur.
âAnd under the controlling trust executed by the late Harold Vale, she holds fifty-one percent of Solmere Holdings.â
Vivienne stopped breathing.
Daniel looked directly at her.
âIn ordinary English.â
He paused.
âShe owns this hotel.â
Every face in the lobby turned toward Charlotte.
Vivienne stepped backward.
âNo.â
Charlotte almost smiled.
âThat was exactly what I said when I discovered what your family had been doing to my company.â
Vivienne stared at her.
âWhat are you talking about?â
Charlotte looked toward the executive elevators.
âIâm talking about forty-three million dollars.â
âSix shell corporations.â
âAnd a woman who died before she could tell me why.â
The lobby went silent again.
This time for an entirely different reason.
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Charlotte took one step toward Vivienne.
âYou should have asked who I was before you dragged me across my own floor.â