Page 8 of Vacation with the Ice Queen

Lila followed his gaze, immediately recognizing the distinctive silhouette of Elara Silver. The resort owner rarely appeared for routine matters, managing her empire from afar and visiting only when particular guests warranted her attention. She moved with the confident precision of someone accustomed to immediate deference, her hair gathered in a simple chignon, her linen dress the color of sand.

"I knew she was flying in for this, but I didn't expect her at the staff meeting," Lila murmured, sipping her tea. "Makes me wonder what's really behind this visit."

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "More than just the corporate scandal with Vivienne Blackwood, you think?"

"There's always more beneath the surface." Lila watched Elara greet several staff members with warm familiarity. "Especially when two powerful women are involved."

"Ladies and gentlemen." Elara's voice, warm but commanding, quieted the pavilion instantly. "Thank you for being prompt."

The morning briefing commenced with its usual efficiency—updates on arriving and departing guests, maintenance schedules, and special dietary requirements. Lila listened attentively, though part of her attention remained on Elara, noting how the owner's gaze occasionally swept in her direction.

"And finally," Elara said, reaching the last item, "as many of you are already aware, Serena Frost will be joining us this afternoon for a two-week retreat."

A subtle ripple moved through the staff. The tech CEO's reputation extended beyond business circles.

"She'll be arriving via helicopter at two. As always, our privacy protocols remain absolute." Elara's pointed gaze swept the gathering. "Ms. Frost is currently navigating sensitive professional challenges, and her presence here is not for public knowledge."

The standard reminder felt somehow weightier than usual. Solara's strict confidentiality agreements were legendary—a primary reason celebrities and executives trusted the resort with their most vulnerable moments.

"Lila." Elara's direct address snapped her to full attention. "I'd like a word with you regarding Ms. Frost's wellness program itinerary after we conclude."

Though Lila had known she would be working with Serena, the public acknowledgment confirmed the assignment's significance. Across the pavilion, several senior staff members exchanged glances, likely wondering about Elara's particular interest in this case and why the fresh-faced Lila was chosen.

As the meeting disbanded, Marcus squeezed her shoulder. "Good luck with the ice queen," he murmured. "Try not to get frostbite."

"She's human, Marcus." Lila kept her voice low but firm. "Just like everyone else who comes here."

"Human? Debatable. Word is she made her last assistant cry during a board meeting by simply raising an eyebrow." He shrugged. "But hey, you did wonders with that nasty Hollywood producer last month, so maybe you're ready for the sub-zero challenge."

Lila rolled her eyes at his dramatics, though uncertainty flickered beneath her confident exterior. Difficult guests were part of the job, but Serena Frost's reputation suggested a particularly formidable case of resistance.

As the pavilion emptied, Elara beckoned her forward. Up close, the resort owner emanated a presence that balanced authority with unexpected warmth. Though in her fifties, she possessed the vibrant energy of someone decades younger, tempered by the wisdom only experience could provide.

"Walk with me, Lila," she suggested, gesturing toward the garden path.

They strolled in silence for several moments, the morning sun filtering through palm fronds to create dappled patterns at their feet. Lila waited, understanding that Elara would speak when ready.

"You've been with us a year now," Elara finally said. "Your progress has been remarkable."

"Thank you." Lila accepted the compliment with genuine appreciation. "Solara has been exactly what I needed."

"And you've become exactly what many of our guests need." Elara stopped beside a flowering plumeria tree, its fragrant blossoms perfuming the air around them. "Particularly those who arrive here... unwillingly."

Lila raised an eyebrow. "You mentioned Ms. Frost's visit was arranged rather than requested."

"Let's say she's here by a strongly suggested necessity." A faint smile curved Elara's lips. "Her board and assistant engineered a strategic retreat in the midst of a public relations crisis. Serena agreed, but not enthusiastically."

"So I'll be working with someone who doesn't want to be helped." Lila had faced similar situations, though usually with celebrities forced into wellness retreats by studios or management teams.

"You'll be working with someone who doesn't believe she needs help." Elara's correction carried important nuance. "There's a difference."

Elara plucked a fallen plumeria blossom from the ground, examining its delicate structure. "Serena Frost and I have more in common than she knows. Years ago, I was very much like her: driven, brilliant, and completely disconnected from myself." She twirled the flower between her fingers. "The difference is that my wake-up call came in the form of a hospital room and a very serious health scare."

Understanding dawned. "You're hoping Solara can be her wake-up call instead."

"Precisely." Elara handed her the blossom. "She needs what this island offered me—space to remember who she is beneath the armor she's built."

Lila accepted the flower, sensing the weight of responsibility being placed upon her. "What made you select me specifically for this assignment?"

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