Friction at the Desk
Cole stopped Thomas mid-step. “Bellhops don’t linger,” he said, voice carrying. Thomas blinked, apologizing out of habit. Daniel stepped in—calm, respectful, firm. “He’s assisting guests.” Cole didn’t break eye contact with Thomas. “We’ll follow policy.” Daniel swallowed the argument, but filed the moment away. Something cold had entered the room.
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