Thomas Gable stood behind the counter sorting a stack of registration cards.

He wore a crisp navy suit and a silver tie.

He reached up and smoothed his suit lapels into a perfectly flat V as we approached.

“Good morning to you both,” Thomas said.

“How might the Lakeview staff ensure your upcoming celebration is utterly flawless?”

I rested my hands on the polished wood counter.

“Are there any open rooms left on the seventh floor?” I asked.

Thomas tapped an elegant gold pen against a leather binder.