Glitter Dress Woman: What did you just say to me?! Are you out of your mind?!
Coat Woman: You heard me perfectly clear. Brandon is an employee, not the owner.
Brandon: Miss... Miss Vance! I am so sorry! I had no idea you were coming to the property today!
Brandon rushed forward, his face turning pale white as he tucked his phone into his suit pocket and bowed his head slightly in terror.
Glitter Dress Woman: Brandon, what are you doing?! Why are you bowing to this soaking wet nobody?!
Brandon: Chloe, shut your mouth right now! This is Clara Vance, the chairwoman of Vance Luxury Hospitality Group!
Chloe: Vance Hospitality? The parent company that owns the deed to this building?!
Coat Woman: That's right, Chloe. My family built this hotel fifteen years ago. Every tile, every chandelier, and every salary check comes directly from my desk.
Chloe stared at me, her confidence evaporating as her cheeks turned bright red with deep embarrassment.
Chloe: But... but you're wearing a plain coat! You walked in without a security escort or a luggage team!
Coat Woman: I came for an unannounced quarterly inspection. I like to see how my properties operate when the management isn't expecting a visit.
Brandon: Miss Vance, please allow me to escort you to the presidential suite immediately so you can change out of those wet clothes!
Coat Woman: We'll get to the suite in a moment, Brandon. First, I want to discuss why your fiancée is standing in my lobby harassing guests.
Chloe: I wasn't harassing anyone! You were standing near the VIP lounge entrance, dripping water all over the imported marble!
Coat Woman: A waiter tripped and spilled a tray of water on me three minutes ago, Chloe. Instead of offering a towel or assisting a guest, you decided to parade your diamond ring and boast about owning the building.
Brandon: Chloe, tell her you're sorry! Apologize to Miss Vance right now!
Chloe: I'm not apologizing to someone who intimidated me! How was I supposed to know she was the owner?!
Coat Woman: That is the exact problem, isn't it? You treat people with respect only when you think they have money or power.
Brandon: Miss Vance, please don't judge my professional performance based on my fiancée's behavior! I've managed this location for two years!
Coat Woman: And in those two years, you allowed your fiancée to treat my hotel concourse like her personal country club.
I took a step closer to Brandon, my eyes fixed on him with cold, unwavering authority.
Coat Woman: I want a full review of all private guest reservations from the past six months on my desk in twenty minutes.
Brandon: Yes, ma'am! Right away! I'll have the front desk manager print the files immediately!
Coat Woman: And Chloe... step out of the VIP concourse. You are no longer permitted in restricted guest areas without a paid reservation.
Chloe: You can't ban me from the lounge! Brandon gives me access every single week!
Coat Woman: Then Brandon has been violating corporate policy for two years. And that is about to cost him very dearly.