"Mr. Beckett! Ah, and other Mr. Beckett. Thank you so much for joining us. We have your room, and your food all ready for you." The hostess who greeted them at the door was nice, polite, and welcoming. It was clear from her response that this wasn't the first time that the Beckett's had been here, and Andrew should have known better.
Thomas was not going to take anyone to a place he hadn't been to before. He wasn't that kind of guy. He was of course going to go to a place where he could show off his connection to the people there. He was a big businessman.
Andrew should have known better.
The hostess was very friendly, and Andrew spoke to her a bit, asking her how long she'd been working here, how her day was going, you know, basic friendly things. He could tell that Maxwell was growing tense beside him, and he had no idea why until he saw the reflection of Maxwell's face in a picture as they were walking down the hallway to their private room.
