Charles hurried forward.
His entire posture changed.
Respect.
Panic.
Fear.
“Mr. Thompson,” he said quickly. “I am so sorry. I came down as soon as I got the call.”
Rebecca’s stomach dropped.
Steve slowly lowered the reservation paper.
Charles turned toward the horrified staff.
“This hotel exists because of him.”
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Charles looked directly at Rebecca.
“David Thompson owns forty percent of this property.”
Rebecca’s face lost all color.
Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.
The businessman near the coffee station slowly lowered his cup.
The young woman recording raised her phone again, capturing every second.
Steve Wilson looked between David and Charles Bennett in disbelief.
“This… this is Mr. Thompson?”
Charles looked furious.
“Yes. David Thompson. Founder of Thompson Hospitality Group.”
Rebecca staggered back against the counter.
That name hit the room like thunder.
Thompson Hospitality Group owned luxury hotels across three states.
Their flagship properties generated tens of millions every year.
David Thompson wasn’t just wealthy.
He was one of the men responsible for building the company that owned this very hotel.
Rebecca’s voice cracked.
“I… I didn’t know.”
David looked at her quietly.
“You didn’t ask.”
The silence became unbearable.
Charles turned sharply toward Rebecca.
“You sprayed sanitizer in his face?”
Rebecca’s breathing became uneven.
“He looked—”
Charles slammed his hand against the marble desk hard enough to make several guests jump.
“I don’t care what he looked like.”
Nobody had ever heard Charles Bennett raise his voice like that before.
David slowly folded the reservation paper and slipped it back into his pocket.
His eyes were still slightly red from the sanitizer.
“I’ve stayed in my own hotels anonymously for years,” he said calmly. “It’s the only way to see how people are really treated.”
Rebecca looked physically ill now.
Charles turned toward security.
“Escort Ms. Miller to the office. Effective immediately, she is suspended pending termination review.”
Rebecca stared at him in horror.
“Charles, please—”
“No.”
His voice was ice cold.
“You humiliated a guest. Assaulted an owner. And exposed this hotel to a lawsuit in front of dozens of witnesses.”