“Who are you calling?” Eleanor laughed. “A homeless shelter? The hotel manager isn’t going to help you, Emily. Your father is a founding board member. They work for us.” I didn’t answer. I hit a specific speed dial number that connected instantly on a secure priority executive line. “Margaret,” I said. My voice was no longer the quiet, hesitant tone of an unwanted sister. “This is Emily Parker. Please execute a system-wide override. Cancel all executive family privileges and corporate comps attached to Richard Parker’s master account. Effective immediately.”
Madison rolled her eyes. “She is so embarrassing. She’s pretending to call corporate.” I kept my eyes on my mother’s face. “Margaret, all of them. Every room, every catering contract, every bar tab. Purge the account.” “Executing now, Ms. Parker.” I hung up and slipped the phone back into my pocket.
Margaret wasn’t a receptionist. She was the Regional Director of Operations for the entire Southeastern seaboard of the Vesta Hospitality Group. And as of 9:00 AM yesterday morning, she was my direct employee. Richard snorted. “Nice try. I am a founding board member. No one is canceling my account.” He turned to the clerk, slapped his heavy black VIP card on the counter, and ordered the Presidential Suite and four adjoining rooms.
