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I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"She doesn’t have any social media profiles."
"I don't care about social media profiles. I need her number."
"See, the funny thing is, if people don't even have a social media footprint, they’re not likely to leave their number lying around."
"She works for... or owns Maxwell Hotels. Follow that lead."
"I tried to. No one is giving out any numbers."
"Try following the lead through the charity's coordinator."
She gave me yet another nervous smile. "I tried that too. She's under strict instructions not to give Ms. Maxwell's number to anyone else."
I was intrigued. Why the need for privacy? The Maxwell name was an important part of the city’s past. I’d heard it a lot growing up. They were royalty in Chicago even today, but most people with that kind of notoriety basked in it. It was a shock that the Maxwells didn't.
"Fine. I'll get to the bottom of it."
"I know you can do whatever you put your mind to, but I think this might be beyond even your powers."
"Leave it to me," I repeated. I already had a plan. "Close the door when you go. Thanks, Charlene."
"Sure."
I could let this drop, but that wasn't my style. Then again, I couldn't understand why I was obsessing over it. What did it matter if I went to the charity weekend or not? I didn't know Reese Maxwell. I'd only met the woman yesterday, for God's sake. But I couldn't let it go. I had this odd need to protect her.
I looked up the hotel's contact information. There was a general phone number, and I immediately called it. I'd probably have to fight my way to Reese, but I wasn't going to let this go.
"Maxwell Hotels. How may I help you?" a friendly female voice said.
"Hello! I’d like to speak to Reese Maxwell."
"I can take a message."
"Not a message. I want her direct line."
"I'm sorry, that's not possible."
How the hell did they get any business done if they were so hard to reach?
"I’ll wait on this line or any other line while you check with her. Tell her it’s Dominic Waldorf.”
A little gasp followed my sentence.
"How do you know Reese?" The woman got points for not immediately fawning over me.
"I met her last night at the charity event. I sat next to her. If you tell her my name, she’ll confirm it."
"Sure. Is the number you're calling from your personal one?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure you want to wait? I can just have Reese call you."
"I'll wait." In my experience, people moved faster when they had the additional pressure of someone waiting.
"I'll put you on hold."
