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I waved.
He smiled. “Good afternoon.”
A good sign.
Upstairs, I breathed easier when my keycard still worked. I copied the papers I needed from Evan’s desk and put the bottle in a plastic bag before stuffing it into my backpack.
I had to hope it would be what I expected. I needed these pieces to fall in place.
When the elevator opened for me on the ground floor, I marched straight to the concierge desk. “Xavier, I need something from you.”
The smile came off his face, probably due to my tone. I didn’t care. Today was about results rather than niceties, so I didn’t soften my approach one bit. “I need the name and number of that paparazzo you called when I first arrived.”
“But ma’am, I didn’t call anyone.”
I leaned on the counter and let out a loud breath. “Look kid, I’ve had a tough week, and I don’t have the time for this shit.” I pointed up. “Maybe you’ve forgotten what my boyfriend will do to you if you try to bullshit me.”
He glanced up and went ashen. “But I can’t…”
I took out my phone and pressed the contact to dial my sister while turning down the volume.
“Hi,” she answered.
“Hi. Is Evan there?”
Xavier waved me off, mouthing, “Anything you want.”
“You got the wrong number, sis,” Rachel said.
“Hold on, Evan,” I said into the phone.
Xavier was busy scribbling on a message pad. He handed me the sheet with a name and number.
“No,” I said into the phone. “No message.” I clicked the call off before Rachel could reply.
“Thank you, Xavier,” I said sweetly as I tucked the number away. “One more thing.”
He looked at me expectantly, finally seeming to breathe again.
“Don’t mention to Mr. McAllister or anyone else that I was here. I’m setting up a surprise for him.”
He nodded like an excited puppy. “Yes, ma’am.”
Out on the street, I pulled out the paper and dialed the number. “Hi, Dietrich. Xavier gave me your number. How would you like to make some easy money on the side? Cash. A lot of cash.” I’d borrow whatever I needed from my sister to afford this.
CHAPTER49
Alexa
It tookme four days to get all the pieces put together, but catching the girl for the interview finally completed the ugly picture.
Today I’d loaded up my credit card with a trip to the salon that Chelsea had recommended. After spending a ton on hair and nails, I slipped into the gown I’d worn the night of Heelgate. All the other nice ones were at Evan’s penthouse.
I snapped a selfie in the mirror, then decided it would look better with the neckline adjusted to show plenty of cleavage and a semi-exposed nipple. After taking the second picture, I sent the text.
ME: I have a present for you.
ME: Dinner - DiMaggio’s at 6:00 followed by...
