Not acknowledged by the manager
As the manager, Lisa, passed by, her eyes lingered on me for a moment, a flicker of familiarity crossing her face before she dismissed it. To her, I was just another guest—nothing more than a stranger in the very hotel I owned. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it might take for her to recognize me from the day before, or if she’d ever piece the two encounters together at all.
Not Acknowledged By The Manager
Easy Check-in
The check-in was smooth and professional this time, with no raised eyebrows or dismissive remarks. Lisa, though occupied, carried herself with an air of authority that could be mistaken for confidence but revealed itself more as entitlement. I watched quietly from the sidelines, noting every detail of how she ran the place—it felt like witnessing a performance, one I knew I’d soon have the power to rewrite.
Easy Check In
