lobby.”
The word scene caused a sharp, cold anger to flare in Ethan’s chest. He had come here simply looking for a bed for his daughter. He had come with a heavy heart on the eve of his wife’s passing, carrying the exhaustion of a long flight, wanting nothing more than to put some roses in water before dawn.
Instead, he was witnessing a toxic reality that perfectly explained the numerous anonymous complaints that had been reaching his corporate headquarters over the last few months: guests being quietly profiled by their appearance, staff being degraded, and blatant elitism disguised as “luxury standards.”
“Get the general manager down here right now,” Ethan said.
Patricia fired back defensively, “I already told you, he is in an important meeting.”
“Then tell him that Ethan Vance is waiting for him at the front desk.”
The two receptionists stared at him. That last name was
