The manager was indeed in the wrong on this matter.
Many people had made reservations earlier, but he had to call each one to apologize. Naturally, he was scolded many times, and some people swore they would never patronize the establishment again.
But there was nothing he could do; even if it meant offending the entire world, he wouldn't dare to offend Maxwell Peary.
"I made a reservation here, and you didn't call me in advance! Now you're telling me the entire place has been booked out and I can't go in? What kind of twisted logic is that?" Sophia Moore was furious.
The manager was sweating profusely, his face etched with apology. "I apologize, Miss Moore. This was indeed our oversight. When we were apologizing and notifying each guest, we somehow overlooked you."
Sophia Moore might have felt unlucky, but the manager thought he was the one having a terrible day. The more frantic things became, the easier it was to make mistakes, like somehow overlooking a guest's notification.
