Of this, Cathy was absolutely sure.
Ingrid did her best to keep her composure. "Mr. Anderson has suspended the associates involved until this issue blows over, after which a domestic inquiry will be held but it won't guarantee the media not finding out. Our biggest concern beyond them finding out about our associates is that they will also find out which guests have been involved with the girls. It's a tangled web many years in the making, Cathy."
On the verge of tears, Ingrid covered her face in her palms knowing her bare emotions were safe with the other woman.
Few associates understood limitations when it came to keeping a guest happy. Some guests were content with an extra towel and others were more than happy with a hotel souvenir. But there were a few who were certain that a request not carried out was a bad review for the hotel and the employee, and used this to their advantage. The shades of grey were apparent, the clarity of black and white were non-existent in a situation like this. What the hotel saw as keeping guests happy, the media would see as support towards sexual exploitation.
Cathy reached out and squeezed Ingrid's shoulder. "Go home and get some rest, I'll hold the fort for tonight. However the storm blows, we still need to put up our sails and we can't do it without our senses intact. Go on."
Next morning at about 10:00 a.m. accompanied by Elridge, a legal representative from corporate, Ingrid and Cathy were in the Wisborg Conference Room where they saw yet another shocking piece of the puzzle fall into place.
In the confusion that had ensued after the girl ran out screaming, the bed sheet she had clutched to herself was found bundled up at the back-office of the check-in counter. Doing their rounds early this morning, Housekeeping had collected the sheet without realising its significance or the evidence it held. A mobile phone was recovered, tucked deep in one of the folds.
When plugged in to charge and its media played back to locate its owner, a single shocking video, clarified the reality and confusion of the current situation. It showed Morrison arriving at the suite with the girl, both drunk beyond realising where or what they were doing. He fondled her as she giggled and both passed out within minutes of each other on the bed, incapable of any physical activity.
Almost five minutes elapsed when a male voice called out Morrison's name asking him why he had left his room door open. The figure was seen walking towards the bed and stood still before unzipping his pants and getting on top of the girl, tearing her clothes off. Even as his hands roughly grabbed her breasts, the girl woke up screaming and a struggle ensued. The mobile phone was knocked over from wherever it was balanced and fell on the white sheets but not before revealing the man on top of the girl as he slapped her across the face. It was Morrison’s driver.
The hotel's delay in submitting the phone was a crucial issue not likely to be ignored by the authorities or the media. Silence descended on the conference room. The credibility of one woman, the innocence of one man and the monstrosity of another were all laid out in crystal clear clarity in front of them. No more grey areas.
Elridge was the first person to speak. "We could make an anonymous tip and deliver it to the police. That won't implicate us and allow us to retain credibility with our guests at the same time."
"Enough Eldrige. We can't keep literally covering our dirty linen at the expense of guest satisfaction. Right now, it's our credibility at stake. I say go public with it, if anything, we'll need the brownie points with the media when they find out it is our associates who have been supplying escorts to guests. We need public support, not another cover up."
EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND
March 2008
If one were to set aside all other trades for just a moment, it must be noted that Edinburgh is home to some of the
Ingrid did her best to keep her composure. "Mr. Anderson has suspended the associates involved until this issue blows over, after which a domestic inquiry will be held but it won't guarantee the media not finding out. Our biggest concern beyond them finding out about our associates is that they will also find out which guests have been involved with the girls. It's a tangled web many years in the making, Cathy."
On the verge of tears, Ingrid covered her face in her palms knowing her bare emotions were safe with the other woman.
Few associates understood limitations when it came to keeping a guest happy. Some guests were content with an extra towel and others were more than happy with a hotel souvenir. But there were a few who were certain that a request not carried out was a bad review for the hotel and the employee, and used this to their advantage. The shades of grey were apparent, the clarity of black and white were non-existent in a situation like this. What the hotel saw as keeping guests happy, the media would see as support towards sexual exploitation.
Cathy reached out and squeezed Ingrid's shoulder. "Go home and get some rest, I'll hold the fort for tonight. However the storm blows, we still need to put up our sails and we can't do it without our senses intact. Go on."
Next morning at about 10:00 a.m. accompanied by Elridge, a legal representative from corporate, Ingrid and Cathy were in the Wisborg Conference Room where they saw yet another shocking piece of the puzzle fall into place.
In the confusion that had ensued after the girl ran out screaming, the bed sheet she had clutched to herself was found bundled up at the back-office of the check-in counter. Doing their rounds early this morning, Housekeeping had collected the sheet without realising its significance or the evidence it held. A mobile phone was recovered, tucked deep in one of the folds.
When plugged in to charge and its media played back to locate its owner, a single shocking video, clarified the reality and confusion of the current situation. It showed Morrison arriving at the suite with the girl, both drunk beyond realising where or what they were doing. He fondled her as she giggled and both passed out within minutes of each other on the bed, incapable of any physical activity.
Almost five minutes elapsed when a male voice called out Morrison's name asking him why he had left his room door open. The figure was seen walking towards the bed and stood still before unzipping his pants and getting on top of the girl, tearing her clothes off. Even as his hands roughly grabbed her breasts, the girl woke up screaming and a struggle ensued. The mobile phone was knocked over from wherever it was balanced and fell on the white sheets but not before revealing the man on top of the girl as he slapped her across the face. It was Morrison’s driver.
The hotel's delay in submitting the phone was a crucial issue not likely to be ignored by the authorities or the media. Silence descended on the conference room. The credibility of one woman, the innocence of one man and the monstrosity of another were all laid out in crystal clear clarity in front of them. No more grey areas.
Elridge was the first person to speak. "We could make an anonymous tip and deliver it to the police. That won't implicate us and allow us to retain credibility with our guests at the same time."
"Enough Eldrige. We can't keep literally covering our dirty linen at the expense of guest satisfaction. Right now, it's our credibility at stake. I say go public with it, if anything, we'll need the brownie points with the media when they find out it is our associates who have been supplying escorts to guests. We need public support, not another cover up."
EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND
March 2008
If one were to set aside all other trades for just a moment, it must be noted that Edinburgh is home to some of the
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