Candace Williams stood in front of Suite 801. One of the top shareholders of the hotel chain, where she was night manager, had rung the front desk and asked for her personally. Uneasiness crept over her. Had her work performance been anything less than stellar? She’d seen him in and out of the hotel lobby all night. Or had something about the hotel upset him so that he’d need to speak with her tonight instead of reporting it to her senior manager the next morning? The carpeted hallway seemed to hum beneath her heels, the muted lighting casting soft amber shadows that pooled along the corridor walls. A faint scent…