“No, no, no,” you persist, “I said I wanted the penthouse suite. Nothing less than that, absolutely not. I don't care if ‘Vivienne Westwood’ already booked it. Tell her to go elsewhere.”

The hotel receptionist can only try and reason with you further, but you don't budge. “No, I picked this specific suite. What would happen to your hotel if the worldwide famous Lucius Ashcroft left a horrible review? That's right. Thank you.”

As you speak, Lucius enters the opulent room and offers you a smile that you quickly return. You whisper to him, “Hold on one second, darling,” and return to the phone. “He'll be there Saturday through Monday morning. Perfect, thank you.”

With a sigh, you hang up and turn to him. He chuckles and looks at you with a cocked eyebrow, “Arguing with the receptionists again? God, I've had the most chaotic morning.”