Jenna Irving never thought this would happen. Three years ago, she'd sooner cut ties with her family than compromise. Today, she was casting aside all her pride to beg Ethan Fuller for help.
But ever since she started working at the hotel, she had never once seen the young boss.
"General Manager, could you please introduce me? I really have something urgent to discuss with Mr. Fuller."
Inside the general manager's office, Jenna Irving stood respectfully about six feet from his desk. She held herself stiffly, arms crossed.
Her legs ached from standing, and her throat was dry from talking, but the general manager simply wouldn't agree. Finally, taking pity on her, he offered a piece of well-intentioned advice. "Instead of begging Mr. Fuller, you'd be better off asking Mr. Os..." He stopped himself, then corrected his words. "You'd be better off asking Osborne. He might actually be able to help you."
Jenna Irving walked out of the general manager's office, utterly dejected.
