"Sir, here," one of the hotel staff said, extending the car key to Avendial as he stepped out of the hotel. Avendial nodded in acknowledgment, taking the key before turning to face the manager and the owner of the entire hotel group.
The owner, usually a distant figure managing twelve hotels from afar, was personally present today, sweat beading on his forehead as he wiped his face with a handkerchief. He followed closely behind the manager as they approached Avendial.
"Greetings, Sir Marquess," the owner said, stepping forward. His demeanor was a mix of formality and anxiety, dressed in a black suit and tie that made him look more like a manager than the head of the hotel group. It was evident that he felt the weight of hosting a figure of noble status like Avendial in his establishment.
