It was clear that the Coles' goal was to cause trouble.

Taking a deep breath, Larissa understood that if it was a blessing, it would not be a disaster; if it was a disaster, she could not avoid it.

…

Larissa rang the doorbell, and Dorian opened the door.

"Yo, Ms. Seymour is here? I thought you'd already clocked out?"

Dorian smelled of alcohol, his beady eyes gleaming with lust.

Even though she hated him, Larissa could only force out a professional smile due to his current status as a hotel