When the hotel manager saw Yvonne walk back through the lobby, her face went pale as a sheet. “Princess Yvonne, you’re not here to ask for security again, are you? I swear, our security cameras really are down—no joke.”
Just remembering the way Yvonne and her sister had stormed in that morning was enough to make the manager want to drop to her knees right then and there, even though Yvonne hadn’t said a word yet.
Yvonne didn’t bother hiding her irritation. “Enough about the cameras. Just pull up your guest records.”
The manager’s face drained of color, if that was even possible. Yvonne arched an eyebrow. “What? Don’t tell me your reservation system’s crashed too?”
The manager stammered, “Well, uh, the thing is, I…”
“Don’t even try to pull that on me,” Yvonne cut in, her tone sharp. “Even if the system’s down, by law you have to keep handwritten records. No excuses.”
She was right. Guest information was no joke—regulatory agencies did spot checks all the time. If anything shady turned up, every hotel in the city could come under fire.
The manager shifted uncomfortably. “It’s just that…”
“What now?” Yvonne snapped, her patience wearing thin.
With a stiff, awkward smile, the manager finally blurted out, “Well, the guest records… someone deleted them.”
“Deleted?” Yvonne echoed, her voice low and dangerous.
The manager nodded, sweating. “Yeah, that’s right.”
Yvonne pressed on. “Who deleted them?”
The manager looked ready to burst into tears. “We don’t know them! This morning, they just showed up at the front desk with a gun and—” Her voice wavered. “They scared everyone half to death.”
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