"What kind of service is this? Didn't I call yesterday to reserve this private room? I've already paid the deposit! How could you give it to another guest?" Miles Galloway was fuming inside.
"Mr. Galloway, your reservation was for lunchtime. It's dinnertime now," the waiter, a consummate professional, explained patiently.
This time, it was Miles Galloway's turn to be dumbfounded. He thought everything was perfectly arranged, never imagining a problem would arise with the private room at this critical juncture. "Mr. Grant will be here any minute! We absolutely must have that room!"
"Isn't that simple? Just tell that guest to give us the room! Our matter is urgent, so they should rightfully give it to us!" Michelle Galloway was as selfish as ever. It never occurred to her that her emergency had nothing to do with the other party. Why on earth should they just hand the room over?
