“There’s a mistake on our account.

The spa just told me my morning facial isn’t included, and the breakfast host said our room isn’t covered.” Marcus stepped up.

“Ma’am, there’s no mistake.” I rose from my chair and crossed the lobby, and everyone turned.

Julian spoke first, his voice sharp with embarrassment.

“Genevieve.

Enough.

Stop acting out.” I stopped a few feet away, my posture easy, my folder under my arm.

“I’m done, Julian.” Then I looked at the young man behind the desk.