Vanessa wore oversized sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat pulled low.

Thomas Gable walked two paces behind them.

He kept his hands clasped behind his back, projecting total authority without raising his voice.

Vanessa stopped near the brass bellman stand and turned around.

She pointed a finger at Thomas Gable and spoke sharply, throwing her free hand into the air.

From the balcony, her words dissolved into the high painted ceiling of the lobby.

Thomas Gable didn’t react to her outburst.