“¿Recibiste una amenaza?”
Ethan looked across the lobby.
Lupita was helping an elderly guest find the elevators.
A temporary front desk agent was checking in a young couple wearing jeans and winter coats. She smiled at them like they belonged there, because they did.
“Sí,” dijo Ethan. “Pero quiero saber quién pagó por el coraje detrás de esto”.
A las siete de la tarde, llegó la primera respuesta.
Proviene de una factura de vendedor.
Una empresa de consultoría llamada North Harbor Solutions había facturado al Grand Regent por la “modernización de la experiencia de los huéspedes”.
Doscientos ochenta mil dólares en seis meses.
Nadie en la empresa lo había aprobado.
La firma del contrato era de Robert Sterling.
Los entregables eran vagos.
Training documents.
Análisis de reputación.
Preparación para crisis.
Naomi spread the papers across a conference table in a private meeting room behind the ballroom.
Ethan se paró a la cabeza de la mesa.
Aaron Price stood near the door.
Lupita sat reluctantly at Ethan’s request, hands folded in her lap, like she expected someone to tell her she was in the wrong chair.
Ethan noticed.
– Lupita.
Ella levantó la vista.
“You are not here as a witness anymore.”
She blinked. “Then why am I here?”
“Porque viste la verdad antes que yo”.
Naomi dio la vuelta a su tableta.
“North Harbor Solutions has no real office. Mail drop in Delaware. Registered agent in Nevada. Payments routed through three accounts.”
Aaron added, “But one consultant used a company phone in the hotel six times this month. Cameras caught him meeting Robert in the wine room.”
Él colocó una foto sobre la mesa.
Un hombre alto con una capa de carbón.
Perfil agudo.
Pañuelo gris.
Sin nombre.
