Deep from within the hotel, the muffled, elegant sounds of the corporate gala continued to echo down the corridor—the clinking of crystal glasses, refined laughter, and smooth jazz. Upstairs, executives in expensive tuxedos were celebrating multi-million dollar deals. Downstairs in the lobby, a housekeeping employee had just saved the integrity of the entire brand using a cracked smartphone.
Ethan requested a bellhop to bring up their luggage, and Lupita personally escorted the father and daughter up to Suite 904. She walked gracefully, holding the crystal vase with the red roses perfectly centered.
The moment they stepped into the luxurious suite, Lily stirred again, waking up completely. “Where should we put the flowers, Daddy?” she asked sleepily.
Ethan looked toward the large mahogany table situated right next to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. From there, the entire Chicago skyline was illuminated, the headlights of the cars moving down Michigan Avenue like a river of gold.
