Patrick typed for a few seconds.

“Nothing is coming up.” “It should have been booked directly through the corporate office,” Clara explained, still calm, still quiet.

“Could you check the executive block?” Patrick let out a heavy, put-upon sigh.

“Ma’am, we are completely booked tonight.

There is a major corporate gala in the grand ballroom.

We have zero vacancies.” Clara adjusted Lily’s weight against her shoulder, and the little girl murmured and burrowed deeper into her neck.

“I understand you’re busy,” Clara said.