Marie stormed into the lobby, her face red with anger and worry. She marched straight to the reception desk, where a young woman with a friendly smile greeted her.
"Hello, how can I help you?" the receptionist asked, but Marie cut her off.
"I need to speak to the manager, now," Marie demanded, her voice firm and authoritative. "There's been a theft in my room."
The receptionist's smile faltered, and she looked taken aback by Marie's urgency. "I'm so sorry to hear that, ma'am. Let me call the manager for you."
Marie tapped her foot impatiently as the receptionist picked up the phone and dialed a number. After a brief conversation, the receptionist hung up and turned back to Marie.
"The manager will be right with you, ma'am. Can you please tell me more about what happened?"
I just want to speak to your manager Marie said...
" Okay he will be with you shortly the receptionist said.