At the front desk, staff members laughed while scrolling through screens, their attention bypassing me entirely for several uncomfortable minutes. When an affluent couple approached behind me, smiles materialized instantly, accompanied by champagne and exaggerated warmth.
When my turn finally arrived, the receptionist’s gaze conveyed irritation rather than professionalism.
“Rooms begin at five hundred dollars per night,” she stated flatly. “Are you certain that pricing aligns with your expectations?”
I requested information regarding suites, maintaining composure despite rising discomfort.
Her laughter cut sharply.
“We prefer not to allocate time inefficiently,” she replied dismissively.
That was when I noticed her watch, an unmistakably expensive designer piece inconsistent with her salary range.
I asked politely for the manager.
Moments later, hotel manager Victor Langley approached, his expression hardened by visible disdain.
“Is there an issue requiring attention?” he asked coldly.
“I would appreciate assistance regarding accommodations,” I answered calmly.
He stepped closer, voice lowering into contemptuous authority.