As they entered the hotel lobby, Bryson continued to follow her, bypassing the front desk and heading straight to the elevator with her.
Dotson joined them inside the elevator.
With a shameless grin, Bryson said, For the sake of my mental health, I need to stay with you for a few nights.
Hannah shot him a look of mock sympathy and retorted, Dream on! I dont have room for you.
But you are the best remedy for my stress. Miss Moore, youre so compassionate. Surely you wont refuse to help me? Bryson pleaded.
The gall of this man!
Hannah was ready with a retort, but the smile on Brysons face left her momentarily speechless.
Just then, Dotson chimed in with a puzzled expression, Mr. Mitchell, are you out of a place to stay because your company is on the brink of collapse? No need for excuses. We all know whats happening with the Mitchell Group. Why dont we share a room?
He turned to Hannah and asked, Boss, can Mr. Mitchell bunk with me?
Stifling her laughter, Hannah replied, Of course. Mr. Mitchell, feel free to stay with Dotson. Youre more than welcome!
At that moment, the elevator doors slid open, and Hannah was the first to step out.
Dotson followed closely, waving at Bryson. Mr. Mitchell, come with me!
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As soon as they exited the elevator, they spotted Maloney leaning against the corridor window.
Finally, youre back.
Seeing Bryson, Maloney raised an eyebrow and greeted, Mr. Mitchell.
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It was clear he had been waiting for their return.
Hannah didnt waste any time, Is there an issue with the partnership?
No, nothings wrong. Theyve agreed with your terms and havent reached out to me recently, so I assume its going smoothly. By the way, your friend called and asked you to call him back.
My friend? Hannah asked, puzzled.
Maloney showed her the call log. It was Clive.
Upon seeing the caller ID, Hannah instinctively reached for her phone, only to find it had powered off.
My phone died. No wonder he contacted you. Alright, Ill call him myself, Hannah said, pulling out her room key to unlock the door.
She opened the door and walked in, with Bryson close behind.
Dotson stopped him. Mr. Mitchell, my room is this way. Come along.