He used my card—at my resort—on his mistress.
They headed toward reception. Sienna spotted me nearby as I paused by a landscaped walkway. She scanned me head to toe like I was a stain on her vacation.
“Hey,” she snapped, loud enough for guests to glance over, “you. Housekeeping. Carry my bag. It’s heavy.”
I didn’t move.
Her smile sharpened into irritation. “Are you deaf? Derek, look at this employee—so lazy. Complain to the manager.”
Derek turned—then went pale when he realized who I was.
“V-Vivian?”
Sienna blinked. “You know the maid, babe?”
I smiled. A calm, quiet smile that wasn’t warm.
“Hi, Derek,” I said softly. “Enjoying your… leadership retreat?”
His face tightened. “Vivian—what are you doing here? Were you following me?”
Sienna laughed, bright and cruel. “Oh my God. That’s your wife?” She looked me up and down again. “Now I get it. No wonder you needed an upgrade—she looks like she works here.”
Then Sienna turned to the receptionist, snapping her fingers like she was calling a dog.
“I want her removed from my vacation. I don’t need negative energy.” She lifted her chin. “And I want the Presidential Suite. The most expensive one. Now.”