Yeah.This’ll do.
I made it downstairs, realizing it was already 10 a.m.
Oops.
I walked up to the desk and the cute manager Todd looked up and immediately straightened.
“Hello, Ms. Rodriguez,” he said, a little too quick. “Nice to see you dressed up.”
I smiled, leaning slightly against the counter. “Spank ya, Todd.”
He laughed, a little flustered, adjusting his tie as if he suddenly remembered he was on the clock.
“You missed your car service,” he said. “Should I request a new one to the office?”
“Nah,” I said easily, waving that off. “The office is gonna have to wait.”
His brows lifted just slightly. “Oh?”
I leaned in a little, lowering my voice like we were sharing something important. “But listen… I need my hair done. You got somewhere you trust?”
That threw him for a second. He blinked, then nodded, thinking it through.
“All our high-class guests loveEl’evations,” he said. “It’s one of the best salons in the city.”
“How far?”
“About an hour, hour and a half.”
I straightened, already decided. “Call the cab.”
Todd hesitated just a second. “Are you sure you don’t want me to notify Mr. Sinclair?—”
“No,” I cut in smoothly. “ That’ll ruin the surprise! He’ll find out when I get there.”
I walkedinto the office at 3:07 p.m.
The front of the building was quiet when I stepped in, cool air hitting my skin after braving the Napa heat outside.
Everything in here felt boring.
From the rustic look to the old pillars. Very ancient and very him.
I looked around for a receptionist or a greeter or something, but nope.
“Hello?”
Nothing.
I walked towards the back of the building and saw it open up into a huge, floor to ceiling glass pane behind a gorgeous seating area surrounded by views of the vineyard.
The words “Sucré Estates” was carved into the wood above the glass.
The vineyard had at least three different buildings on its land, all with the same rustic structure.
“Shit,” I was in awe. This is what people should see when they walk in.
Not all that dusty mess.
