The opulent lobby of the Four Seasons felt like a battlefield. I stood at the marble counter, completely at ease while chaos erupted behind me. Ethan Pierce's voice echoed off the crystal chandeliers, his disbelief turning into something uglier.
"This is absolutely ridiculous," he sputtered, his face red with indignation. "There has to be some mistake in your system."
The concierge, Sarah, maintained her professional composure despite the growing spectacle. "Sir, I can assure you our reservation system is completely accurate. Mr. Lancaster has booked the Presidential Suite for seven nights, prepaid in full."
"Seven nights?" Chloe's voice cracked. "Noah, that's... that's impossible."
I turned to face my ex-wife. Her perfectly applied makeup couldn't hide the shock in her eyes. The woman who had spent three years complaining about our modest lifestyle was struggling to process what she was hearing.
"Is it?" I asked simply.
