Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.
She turned her attention to him. "Does your hotel have something bigger?"
"Bigger? You mean like a double room?"
"No. Something bigger than that. Much bigger and more luxurious too."
He smiled. "Yes, we do. We have three different types of suites. There is the Regular, the Executive, and the Royal."
She snapped her fingers that were adorned with long red nails. "The Royal sounds interesting. Is it available?"
"Yes, it is."
"Good. I would take it."
"I am sorry. But it is usually reserved for dignitaries and other distinguished guests."
She raised her eyebrows. "Is that so?"
"Yes, ma’am. You could choose from the Regular or the -"
"By the way, what is your name?"
"I am Stanley."
"Okay, Stanley. I want the Royal Suite."
He smiled at her. "I am sorry. But we don't give -"
"Can I speak to your manager?"
He nodded. "I am the manager."
She pursed her lips at him. "Okay. Good. It makes things easier. Mr. Manager, I insist on being given the Royal Suite and I would not take no for an answer. Do you understand?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. "I understand you."
"Good. Then what are you waiting for? Go ahead and give it to me. I need it now."
"Ma’am, it’s not that easy."
"Why? Aren't you the manager here?"
"I am. But-"
"But what? You don't know how to manage anything?"
"Excuse me?"
