The receptionist — a woman with flawless hair and a gold nametag that read Danika — scanned him from head to toe before tapping at her keyboard.

Beside her, a second front-desk agent named Kendall crossed her arms with a cool smile.

Danika typed for a few seconds.

“Nothing’s coming up.”

“It would have been booked through the corporate office,” Wescott said.

“Could you check the executive block?”