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I walked into the hotel reception and nodded a greeting to the concierge as I passed. I saw my men assembled in the corner and watched as they greeted our guest.

Today, I had a meeting with the current head of our Chicago operations, Richie Burnett, and he didn’t like to be kept waiting.

But, Richie was a prick.

I intended to make him wait.

I reached into my pocket and took out my cell phone before dialing Jacob’s number. I’d left Alana my credit card that morning, and while I’d told her that I didn’t care how much of my money she spent, I did want to know exactly what I might be walking into later.

I dreaded to think what awful, tacky shit this New York princess would have bought to make my tasteful villa more like home to her.

‘Is everything okay, Boss?’ Jacob asked when he answered.

‘Did Mrs. Montoya enjoy her shopping trip today?’

‘Yes, Sir. I think so.’

‘How much of my money did she spend?’ I asked with a sigh as I kept my eye on Richie.

‘Hang on, let me check,’ he replied and I heard the rustling of the paper receipts as he counted up her purchases.

‘Ninety-seven dollars and seventy-four cents,’ he replied.

‘What?’

‘Ninety-seven–’ he started to repeat the amount but I’d heard him the first time.

‘Is that all?’ I interrupted him.

‘Yes, Boss.’

I shook my head. Of course it was. I bet she’d have everything custom made — no shop bought shit for a spoiled princess. I’d bet she was online right now ordering all kinds of sparkly crap!

‘I suppose she’s inside the house right now with my credit card spending plenty more though?’

‘No, Boss. She’s out doing her charity work. She gave the card to me when we got back. Said she’d got what she needed.’

I frowned as one of my men beckoned me over to him. I held my hand up to signal I was on an important call. ‘What did she buy?’

‘Erm,’ he started to say and I heard the rustling of receipts again. ‘Two bottles of ketchup. A box of English breakfast tea. Four bags of gummy worms. Two picture frames. Two candles. Two bottles of bubble bath and an anti-allergen pillow.’

‘That’s all?’ I asked with a frown.

‘That’s all,’ Jacob confirmed.

‘Gracias.’ I said and ended the call.

What the hell was Alana’s deal? I’d been sure she’d have spent a fortune on tacky, girly shit.

One of my employees, Jimmy the Fish, walked over to me. ‘Everything okay, Boss?’ he asked seeing the frown on my face.

‘What?’ I asked distractedly.

He knew better than to ask again. ‘They’re waiting for you,’ he added.

‘Tell them to wait another five minutes. I have a call to make.’

Jimmy walked back over to the waiting suits and I dialed Alana’s number.

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