(Author's POV)
"When someone with the name William Miracle comes, you can just allow him and the people with him to get to the room directly, without question," Brave said to the staff member. His voice stern.
"I will make sure of that, Mr. Everests. Anything else you want to add?" the person asked.
"For now, nothing," he replied. The staff got busy with their own stuff.
Brave wanted to get some fresh air as well, so he headed towards the open private garden on the widely spread balcony on the same floor. The weather today was pleasant, not too sunny, or too gloomy. It was modestly cloudy with a soft, gentle, cool breeze blowing from the east to the west.
But inside his head as well as his heart, everything was in turmoil. His mind was hammered with thoughts. His world has flipped upside down. He slumped down on the cozy, cushioned bench and gazed at the flock of doves flying with the wind freely, without a care.
