Less than a minute later…
Nadia, a prim and proper lady stood before the manager's desk.
"Ms. Anita White just laid a formal complaint. I want a review of our VIP access protocols. Immediate. Get me the guest logs. Pull security footage. And have our legal team check every clause in our confidentiality agreements. If there's a loophole anyone can use, I want it closed before they can think about exploring it."
There was a pause. "White?" Nadia repeated slowly. "You mean Mrs. Anita Blackwood?"
"No," he said grimly. "I mean White. She corrected the name herself."
Silence.
That was Nadia connecting the dots. After a moment, she nodded calmly. "Understood," she replied. "I'll get everything ready."
He paused and inhaled loudly. "Again, Revoke Mrs. Eleanor Blackwood's VIP access privileges until further notice," he finished, voice like a gavel. "Effective immediately."
She visibly flinched. "But sir, she's—"
