The receptionist welcomed them warmly as they stopped before her desk.
“We were the ones who reached out to you on the phone, concerning Mr Ken who was lodging at your hotel last night,” Ryker related to the female receptionist whose face was locked in a smile.
“Oh, Mr Ryker of CTECH,” she awed, getting up from her seat at once.
“We want every information we can get about him. We know this is out of work ethics, but it's urgent. He has a wedding today and he's nowhere to be found,” Ryan explained with enthusiasm.
“Oh, that's sad,” the lady said, picking up her phone. “I'll contact my manager before giving out any info,” she said, typing on her telephone.
The men waited impatiently.
“I'll be back,” she said, walking away.
Not long, she walked in with a man in his early forties, dress
