Paula nodded. “Yes, some of his secret service team are coming the day before to get the rooms ready. They’re bringing bullet proof glass to install in the windows of the President’s rooms.”

“Wow.”

“I know. It’s an honor to have them here, though. I’m going to work closely with housekeeping to make sure the rooms are perfect for them.”

“That’s very cool.” Lucy said and then her attention went to a new arrival in the lobby. “Hm, what is Aunt Vivian up to? She has a gleam in her eyes that usually means trouble.”

Paula followed her gaze to where her aunt had paused to chat with Andrea at the concierge desk before heading toward her office.

“One never knows,” Paula said. “It’s still a mystery what she actually does here.”

Paula chatted for a few more minutes with Lucy and was about to head back to her office when she noticed a somewhat familiar looking man in a sharp black suit walk into the lobby, look around and then head to the concierge desk, too. He spoke with Andrea and Marco for a moment then headed toward the executive offices. Paula still couldn’t place who he was.

She walked over to the concierge desk on her way to her office. Andrea and Marco were chatting and looked up when she reached them, and she addressed them both. “Who was that? He looks so familiar, but I can’t place him.”

“Bill Cooper of Cooper Real Estate. Said he was here to see your Aunt Vivian,” Marco said.

“She said she was expecting him and to send him on to see her. But she didn’t say what he’s here about,” Andrea added.

“Okay, thanks. That’s odd.”

Andrea laughed. “Aunt Vivian is odd, so it fits.”

Andrea watched Paula head back to her office and realized that was the first civil exchange they’d had since Paula started in her new job.

“What do you think your aunt is up to?” Marco asked.

“Who knows? She’s still saying she wants to divorce Uncle Freddy, so maybe it has something to do with that. Maybe she’s putting her house on the market. Your guess is as good as mine.”

Andrea worked with Marco until almost five when she was due to head home. She was just thinking about what she was going to do for dinner when a businessman who’d just checked in came over to see them. He radiated frustration and panic. He was also soaking wet. The rain had started about an hour ago and it was blowing in all directions. The heavy rain was predicted but the wind was much stronger than anticipated.

“Lucy said you might be able to help me,” he began.

Andrea smiled to put him at ease. “I’ll do my best. What do you need?”