"Manager, what should we do now?" a worried headwaiter asked, looking at the manager.
None of these people could be affronted, but to simply ignore the situation would disgrace their hotel.
"How should I know?" the manager gritted his teeth, his own nerves beginning to fray, aware that these were individuals they couldn't afford to offend.
Francis, needless to say, was a commander in the Garrison.
As for Benjamin, he was a boss in the underworld.
Anyone familiar with these two knew that crossing them meant you might as well not bother trying to make a life on this planet anymore.
It would be better to find a place to bury yourself, perhaps even dying more comfortably that way.
"But we can't just let him continue to cause a scene. What if something else happens? What then?"
The reputation of their hotel was critically important, and upsetting the owner would leave them with nowhere to hide, let alone to live.
