It boasted a spectacular ballroom—a panoramic view of it was playing silently on a widescreen above the reservation desk. She smiled to herself. Deke was charming a front desk clerk into revealing that both penthouse suites were available. Apparently the billionaires were staying elsewhere. The young woman hesitated, then nodded when Deke asked to see the manager. It wasn’t long before he came out of the front office with two keycards and a triumphant grin on his face. The bell captain personally saw to their luggage while Kelly signed the register and offered up her driver’s license to a different clerk. She assured him that she would enjoy her stay. No one asked questions. It was liberating not to be recognized. The door closed behind the bell captain before Deke would explain. “I showed the manager my badge, dropped a few hints about our mission, let him make a couple of calls for verification, and that was that. Nice guy. He comped everyone on the team and us,” Deke said when the door closed.
