“Oh, finally!” Ms. Perez frowns, walking up to me from where she was patrolling the front desk, as an exceptional manager does when it’s this busy, I guess.
One of her security guards hurries over to help me by scooting the old arrangement out of the way, its flowers brown at the edges, leaves and garnishes limp. If I had brought this when I was supposed to, that eyesore wouldn’t have greeted everyone who has come into the hotel all last night and this morning.