⁂Grayson
Steven and I were picked up at the airport by his buddy, Gary Marshall. I was itching to get to the hotel, especially after Steven had explained that Benjamin had a wedding ceremony arranged. I knew what that meant, and we had been pushing for time. Gary understood the urgency and I was grateful that the small talk was kept to a minimum as he drove us through to the hotel.
“Welcome to The Flying Hotel,” the doorman greeted warmly. I nodded at him before I pushed through the glass doors. I didn’t wait for anyone.
“Welcome to The Flying Hotel, how can I help you?” a female said from behind the front desk.
“Yes, hello, I am looking for Benjamin Roberts,” I said gruffly. She eyed me suspiciously and I quickly smiled. “We are here for his wedding,” I added. She instantly relaxed a
