“Someone to see you, sir,” Whitley said, tapping on the door to Ryan’s office.
Ryan looked up from the massive antique desk that now held the modern accouterments of a laptop, mobile phone, and large screen for meetings, as well as an old set of architectural plans. He couldn’t help smiling at his general manager’s banana-yellow choice of jacket. “What did I tell you about keeping it casual around here?”
“Old habits,” Whitley replied. “Deb Whitaker is here. She says she has an appointment with you.”
“Tell her I have ten minutes, then buzz me.”
Ryan rolled up the blueprint plans. The old hotel had so many problems, and each of them was at the red alert level. The new chef at the restaurant was threatening to quit because of the poor-quality seafood and produce supplier Ryan’s old partne
