Sheikh's Scandal(2)

                “Thank you.”

                Liyah was still a few minutes early when she knocked on the senior housekeeper’s office door.

                “Enter,” came from within.

                Mrs. Miller was a tall, thin woman who wore a more severe version of Liyah’s suit with a starched white blouse buttoned all the way up.

                “I’m pleased you are here, Miss Amari, but I hope you’ve come prepared to begin work immediately,” she said after the pleasantries were out of the way.

                “Yes, of course.”

                “Good. Your concierge floor has been booked for the sheikh’s harem.” Mrs. Miller gave a disdainful sniff with the word harem.

                “Excuse me? A sheikh from Zeena Sahra is coming to stay?” And he needed an entire floor for his harem?

                No wonder they’d wanted to transfer her mother from the Chatsfield San Francisco.

                “Yes, Sheikh bin Falah will be staying with us for two weeks. His fiancée will be joining him for the second one.”

                Liyah schooled the shock from her features. “Sheikh al Zeena, or Sheikh bin Falah al Zeena, but he would not be referred to as Sheikh bin Falah. To do so would cause offence.”

                Liyah wasn’t sure about correcting her boss, but she assumed this sort of knowledge was why she’d been hired.

                At least now she understood the need for her expertise. Not just a tribal sheikh but the crown prince of Zeena Sahra was coming to stay at the Chatsfield London.

                Probably the single most gorgeous man alive, he could easily be an international playboy with a string of supermodels hanging on his arm. However, he had a reputation for being buttoned-down and focused entirely on his duties as emir of Zeena Sahra.

                “I see. I’ll make a note of it. I presume addressing him as Your Highness is acceptable.”

                “It is, though from what I have read, since Zeena Sahra is an emirate, he prefers the title of emir.”

                Mrs. Miller’s mouth pursed. “Why didn’t we know this?”

                “It’s a small thing, really.”

                “No,” Mrs. Miller said sharply. “There’s nothing small about this visit from the sheikh. Every detail must be seen to with absolute attention. If not, mistakes happen. Only last week someone wanted to send silk napkins to the Chatsfield Preitalle with the inscription ‘Princess Maddie.’ Can you believe it? For a royal wedding? This is why each detail must be perfect.”

                “I will do my best.”

                “Yes. In addition to your usual duties, for the duration of the sheikh’s visit, you will also personally oversee the housekeeping staff for his suite and the adjoining rooms for his security people.”

                Nothing like being thrown in at the deep end, but Liyah didn’t mind. She thrived on a challenge.

                Nevertheless, it was a good thing Liyah had gotten her degree in hospitality management. It didn’t hurt either that she’d cleaned rooms at the Chatsfield San Francisco every summer break through high school and college, not that her mother had encouraged Liyah to make her career there.

                Quite the opposite, Hena had been adamant that her daughter not work for the Chatsfield. And now that she knew what she did, maybe Liyah understood that better.