“It would become a very visible matter for all the guests,” Thomas said.

“Do you have a quiet place where I can think?” I asked.

“My desk is available,” he said.

“I can ensure you remain undisturbed.”

I stood up from the velvet sofa and followed him across the wide marble floor toward the reception area.

Thomas pulled out a heavy leather chair behind the front desk.

I sat down and placed my phone face up on the polished wood counter.

“Do you have a notepad?” I asked.