C352 This Wind Came at the Right Time

At the entrance of a five-star hotel, luxury cars were parked as far as the eye could see, and guests swarmed like the sea. A portly middle-aged man, dressed in a suit and tie but oddly wearing slippers, had his hair slicked back, gleaming with oil. He was sweating profusely and looked visibly distressed. With hands planted firmly on his hips, he paced back and forth impatiently