I once walked into one of my own hotels, dressed casually and unannounced, just to see how things were running. The manager took one look at me and said, “This hotel isn’t for working-class people.” She didn’t bother to ask my name or realize I was the owner. I didn’t argue or make a scene. Instead, I quietly left, took out my phone, and made a call. In that moment, I vowed to seek revenge in the most impactful way possible.
Hotel Manager Denies Guest A Room, Not Realizing He’s The Owner
The New Arrival
The next day, I returned with purpose, dressed in my sharpest formal attire, determined to leave a different impression. As I stepped into the lobby, the click of my polished shoes against the marble floor seemed to command attention. The same eyes that had dismissed me so easily the day before now widened, filled with a mix of respect and curiosity. Soft murmurs rippled through the staff, but I simply gave a measured nod and strode confidently toward the front desk.
The New Arrival
