Hooked On That One Room
(I am working as a receptionist. One evening my colleague and I observe some unusual behaviour with three or four different gentlemen requesting a specific room number. That’s usually a good indication of having someone making “business” in your hotel. With the last gentleman:)
Gentleman: “Hello, I have a friend in room [same number as previous gentlemen].”
Me: “Certainly, sir, could you please tell me the guest’s name?”
Gentleman: “[Female Name].”
Me: “Thank you, sir, but unfortunately the name I have for that room is different. Would you be able to call that person to ask her to meet you here in the lobby?”
Gentleman: “Sure.”
(The gentleman calls the lady. They are talking on the phone and are three meters apart. I realise they are talking to someone they have never seen before; they soon realise and they go upstairs to her room. After about an hour the gentleman leaves and the lady asks me for a coffee. I serve her coffee and take payment.)
Me: “Madam, I’m sorry, but I need to talk to you in private.”
(I escort her to our office and close the door.)
Me: “Madam, I’m really sorry, but I have reason to believe you are making business in our hotel and we cannot allow it for obvious legal reasons.”
Lady: “Business? What business?”
Me: ”It can be either prostitution or drugs, madam, and we cannot allow it here.”
Lady: “Oh, no, no, no. I would never do anything like that! You are wrong; I’m just a normal guest meeting friends.”
Me: “Meeting friends you don’t even know how they look? A bit unusual.”
Lady: “…”
Me: “Madam, look. You have paid so you have the right to stay here. This is your life and I don’t judge you for your choices. However, if I see any more signs of activity I will be forced to ask you to leave the hotel.”
Lady: “Absolutely. I am not making any kind of business.”
(She goes up to her room. Five minutes later she calls reception:)
Lady: “Hi, we spoke a few minutes ago.”
Me: “Hello.”
Lady: “Can I please just have one last client coming up?”
Me: “No.”
Lady: “What if I give you £20?”
Me: “No.”
Lady: “Oh, okay.”
(The lady left the hotel a few minutes later.)