Page 53 of Blood & Snow
A lie might preserve the immediate situation but will eventually crumble under continued scrutiny.
"I got a promotion at work," I say finally, and I add a shrug to make it seem like nothing.
"Management position. It comes with better pay and employee benefits, including access to lost items from wealthy guests."
"A promotion? From housekeeping to management?"
Her eyebrows rise with skepticism.
"When did this happen?"
"Recently…"
I should've told her two weeks ago when Xander suggested it.
"The manager noticed my attention to detail and offered me a supervisory role."
Each lie builds on the previous one, creating a structure that will collapse if she pushes too deeply.
"I didn't mention it because I wanted to see if the position worked out before getting your hopes up."
"What kind of supervisory role?"
"Quality control. I inspect rooms after cleaning to ensure they meet hotel standards. I also train new housekeeping staff in proper procedures."
It's just enough truth about my work with Xander's men to sound plausible.
"It's more responsibility but better compensation."
Irina considers this while examining the dress again.
I watch her weigh the explanation against her knowledge of hotel operations and her observations of my recent behavior.
"But management works longer hours…" she says, and I see the slight pout of her lip.
"Exactly. And the training responsibilities sometimes require late nights when new staff start their shifts."
"And the exhaustion? The weight loss?"
"Learning a new position is stressful. I'll adjust once I'm more comfortable with the responsibilities…"
I try not to look too relieved that she's buying my lies.
"And I just haven't been eating well. My sleep schedule is all messed up."
She nods slowly, accepting the explanation without full conviction.
I can see doubt lingering in her eyes, but she wants to believe my promotion story.
Hope that our financial situation might improve outweighs her suspicions about the details.
"I'm proud of you for advancing your career," she sayscarefully.
"But promise me you'll take care of your health. Money doesn't replace family, and we need you healthy more than we need your money."
"I promise," I tell her, though the vow feels hollow.
I'm not exactly sure how healthy it is to fall for a man who kills people, but that's what's happening.
