but firmly. “Nor did it give you the right to treat our support staff as if they were subhuman. Step out.”
A security officer stepped forward, quietly guiding Patricia and Karla toward the back administrative offices. Robert unclipped his gold executive badge with stiff, trembling hands and placed it on the counter.
Deep from within the hotel, the muffled, elegant sounds of the corporate gala continued to echo down the corridor—the clinking of crystal glasses, refined laughter, and smooth jazz. Upstairs, executives in expensive tuxedos were celebrating multi-million dollar deals. Downstairs in the lobby, a housekeeping employee had just saved the integrity of the entire brand using a cracked smartphone.
Ethan requested a bellhop to bring up their luggage, and Lupita personally escorted the father and daughter up to Suite 904. She walked gracefully, holding the crystal vase with the red roses perfectly centered.
The moment they stepped into the
