WESLEY
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Brooks," the receptionist said, for what I counted as the fifth time. "We are completely at capacity for the week. Valentine's reservations tend to fill very early in the season and we—"
"A staff room," I said. "Is there anything your staff uses that could be made available temporarily? I'm not particular about the size or the amenities."
She blinked. "Our staff quarters aren't available to guests, unfortunately."
"A conference room," I tried. "With a sofa."
"Mr. Brooks—"
"I'll pay double the normal rate," I said. "Whatever the number is. Triple."
"There is genuinely nothing available," she said.
I stepped back from the desk.
Natalia was standing two feet to my left and I could feel her irritation as she stared at me.
"This is unacceptable," she grunted.
