business.”
I looked at her.
She had no idea who I was.
That mattered more than anything else happening there.
Patrick stared at her briefly.
Then turned back to his computer, visibly irritated.
He clicked twice.
Typed.
Clicked again.
Four seconds passed.
His shoulders stiffened.
His face lost color.
Karl noticed.
“What?”
Patrick stayed silent.
“Patrick?”
He swallowed.
Then looked at me.
“Suite 904,” he murmured.
I remained still.
He checked the screen again, as though hoping the information would change.
“Executive reservation. Confirmed two weeks ago.”
An uncomfortable silence
