“Hey, Susy, is Tasha around?” Susy was a college student interning at the inn. The inn itself was another big old Victorian brick mansion built by the railroad barons, and then had been added onto by the oil barons. It had ten bedrooms and four floors. The ten-by-ten-foot foyer was paneled in solid oak and smelled of lemon wood polish. It gleamed to perfection in the light of the crystal chandelier. A Persian rug softened my footsteps. Tasha had put an unobtrusive reception desk across from the sweeping oak staircase. She was meticulous about design, and the desk appeared to be made of the same materials as the paneling. In essence, it blended right in, except for Susy sitting behind it in her neat gray-and-white suit. Her brown hair was pulled back in a soft but commanding style. “Tasha’s in her office,” Susy said. “Do you want me to let her know you’re here?” “No, don’t bother.
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