The sabotage began the next morning.
Emily arrived at work to find herself reassigned to night shift.
Without notice.
Without explanation.
Sophia looked furious when she found out.
"I didn't authorize this."
"Who did?"
Sophia's jaw tightened.
"Board administration."
That night Emily worked alone with reduced staff.
At 1:15 a.m., the booking system crashed.
Reservations vanished from the screen.
Guests lined up angrily.
Phones rang nonstop.
And then came the worst part—
A double-booking error affected twenty-seven arriving VIP guests.
Emily's pulse pounded.
Someone had done this deliberately.
The system logs showed unauthorized manual overrides.
This was no accident.
Clara called in panic from home:
"What do we do?"
Emily took control.
She manually reassigned rooms.
Moved upgraded suites.
Negotiated transport to partner hotels.
Handled furious guests one by one.
For four straight hours she barely stopped breathing.
By dawn—
Every guest had a room.
No public complaint filed.
No scandal leaked.
At 7:05 a.m., Alexander walked into the lobby unexpectedly.
He had clearly come straight from the airport.
He saw the exhausted staff.
Then saw Emily behind the desk, pale and exhausted but still standing.
"What happened?"
Sophia handed him the report.
Alexander read it silently.
Then his face darkened.
"Who authorized the override?"
Sophia answered quietly:
"The board IT chairman's office."
Silence.
Deadly silence.
Alexander folded the report once.
Then looked at Emily.
"You stayed."
Emily gave a tired half-laugh.
"Someone had to."
Alexander walked toward her.
In front of the entire staff—
He removed his suit jacket and placed it around her shoulders.
Then said quietly:
"This ends now."
And for the first time—
Everyone in the hotel realized something terrifying:
Alexander Moretti was no longer protecting his wife in private.
He was about to go to war for her.