Then you understand the problem. Terrence turned from the window and looked directly at Gregory. His voice was calm, almost gentle, but underneath that gentleness was something Gregory could feel in his bones. The quiet, immovable certainty of a man who had already made up his mind. "I need time to think, Gregory.
Go back to your guests." Gregory left the room like a man walking to his own sentencing. And while Gregory was begging in that lounge, Victoria was doing the exact opposite. She had gathered her inner circle, four women in designer gowns and borrowed opinions in a private al cove near the champagne bar and she was not apologizing. She was performing.
Can you believe the nerve standing there like he owned the room in that suit at my gala. One of her friends, a woman named Constance, leaned in with a nervous smile. Victoria Gregory seemed upset. Maybe you should should what? Apologize to him.
Constance, please. I did everyone in that room a favor. Someone had to say what they were all thinking. Another friend, Diane, lowered her voice. But Vicki, Gregory, said he's some kind of CEO.
Some big I don't care if he's the king of England. He doesn't belong here. These people, they get one lucky break, one affirmative action handout, and suddenly they think they can sit at our table. No, not in my house. She took a sip of champagne.
Fresh glass. The waiter had brought it immediately because Victoria Whitfield never waited for anything. You know what? I'm calling the concierge. I want a full review of security protocols tonight.
Clearly, there's been a breach. Uninvited individuals are being allowed into private events and I won't tolerate it. She pulled out her phone and dialed the hotel front desk. Yes, this is Victoria Whitfield. I need to speak with the head of security immediately.
We have an issue with an unvetted individual in the Grand Ballroom. I want him removed now. The call was transferred to Ela Prescott, the hotel's general manager. Elaine listened. Then she said something that made Victoria's jaw tighten.
Mrs. Whitfield, I'm familiar with the gentleman you're describing. He is a confirmed VIP guest this evening. I'm afraid I cannot authorize his removal. Excuse me. Do you know how much money my foundation has spent at this hotel?
Do you know how many events I've booked here in the last decade? I do, Mrs. Whitfield, and I value that relationship. But I will not remove a guest who has every right to be here. Then maybe my foundation's next event will be somewhere else. That is your choice, ma'am.