Brandon: Miss Vance, please! Let's discuss this in my private office upstairs! There's no need to cause a scene in front of the lobby staff!
Coat Woman: The scene was already caused when your fiancée screamed at me in front of fifty checking-in guests, Brandon.
Chloe: I did not scream at you! I simply reminded you that this hotel caters to high-net-worth individuals!
Coat Woman: And I am telling you that my family's estate fund holds ninety-five percent of the voting stock in this entire chain.
Two concourse security guards trotted over, looking nervously between Brandon and me while holding radio headsets.
Security Officer: General Manager Brandon, is everything alright here? Should we assist the lady with her luggage?
Coat Woman: Officer, I am Clara Vance. I want you to escort this young lady to the parking garage exit immediately.
Security Officer: Miss Vance! Yes, ma'am! Right away!
Chloe: Don't you dare lay a hand on me! Brandon, tell them to stop!
Brandon: Chloe, just go to the car! Please, just do what she says before she fires me on the spot!
Chloe: You're going to let her kick me out of your own hotel?! You're the general manager!
Coat Woman: He is a salaried employee with an employment contract that contains a strict moral turpitude clause, Chloe.
Chloe glared at me with pure hatred, her hands shaking as she pulled her fur wrap around her sequin gown.
Chloe: You think you're so powerful just because you inherited a bunch of buildings from your father!
Coat Woman: I didn't just inherit these buildings, Chloe. I expanded our hotel network across six major cities while maintaining a zero-tolerance policy for arrogance and cruelty.
Chloe: You're just a bitter woman trying to ruin my engagement day!
Coat Woman: Escort her out, officer. If she steps back inside the lobby without a valid room key, file a formal trespass notice with the police.
Security Officer: Understood, Miss Vance. Ma'am, please walk this way toward the valet exit.
Chloe stomped her high heels against the marble floor, turning on her heel and marching out toward the glass doors with the security guard right behind her.
Brandon wiped a layer of cold sweat from his forehead, holding out his hands in a frantic plea.
Brandon: Miss Vance, I swear on my career, I had no idea she was using my title to bully guests in the lobby!
Coat Woman: You gave her an all-access VIP keycard, Brandon. Don't lie to me.
Brandon: It was just a courtesy keycard for the executive lounge! I didn't think she would use it like this!
Coat Woman: A courtesy keycard costs our property eight hundred dollars a night in lost revenue, Brandon. That comes out of corporate earnings.
Brandon: I will pay back the cost of every single visit out of my personal account!
Coat Woman: We are going upstairs to the board conference room right now. You have ten minutes to retrieve the financial audit reports before my legal team arrives.
Brandon: Your legal team is coming here today?!
Coat Woman: My lead attorney, Arthur, was already on his way before I stepped through those doors. Now move.