Grand Seasons Business Hotel -

Arthur blinked. "Julian. I didn't know you were staying here."

Arthur nodded, adjusting his coat. He looked at the rotating glass door leading back to the chaotic city street. grand seasons business hotel

The sliding glass doors of the Grand Seasons Business Hotel didn’t just open; they parted like a curtain, revealing a sanctuary of polished marble and hushed efficiency. Arthur blinked

At 3:00 AM, Arthur was staring at a blank screen. The numbers weren't adding up. The shipping company’s logistics data was a mess, and his usual software was crashing under the weight of the corrupted files they had sent over. He looked at the rotating glass door leading

"Concierge, this is Arthur Penhaligon in 1204. I have a technical emergency. I need a high-speed hardline connection—WiFi isn't cutting it—and I need a printer that can handle archival paper stock."

Arthur let out a breath he felt he’d been holding for six thousand miles. "Thank you. Is the Conference Room B still reserved for 6:00 AM?"