It seemed she had been overthinking this. Savannah breathed a sigh of relief and joked, "I'm not the boss of this hotel. You see, I'm not that rich."
"How did you get down from the twenty-eighth floor?"
Savannah hesitated for a moment and replied, "I am the secretary of the owner. I'm here with him on business this time."
She didn't have to say that much to a stranger.
But maybe it was because this man had a strong show of affinity that she felt at ease when talking to him.
"Oh, you're Mr. Sterling's secretary."
She didn't expect the young man to know Dylan. "You know my boss?"
"Dylan Sterling is well-known in the business circle at home and abroad." The man raised his chin slightly and laughed.
Well, that's true... Savannah smiled.
"Since you are Mr. Sterling's secretary, you are from LA, too."
Savannah nodded.
"Well, no wonder you don't speak like the local people." The man grinned softly.