Kael
The phone felt like a weapon in my hand, my knuckles white around the device. "I don't care about the reason," I said, each word clipped and frozen. "The suite was supposed to be prepared two hours ago. That is the only fact that matters. That is why I pay you."
The manager's voice wavered through the speaker. "Sir, the organic delivery was delayed by the holiday traffic—"
"Then send someone to a market. Now. I want fresh fruit, clear broth, plain crackers. Everything within thirty minutes. If you cannot manage this, I will find a new hotel and a new manager."
"Yes, Mr. Roman. Immediately."
I ended the call, my jaw aching from tension. A staff member hovered nearby, wringing his hands.
"Mr. Roman, the thermostat in the bedroom seems to be malfunctioning. It's reading too cold."
My gaze could have iced over the room. "Why was this not addressed before we arrived?"
"Maintenance was scheduled, but with the holiday—"
