The manager arrived in under three minutes.
"Mr. Harrison. welcome, welcome."
Enthusiastic was an understatement. The woman greeted Stan with the kind of warmth usually reserved for returning family members, all smiles and deferential nods. She even personally retrieved a glass of chilled drink from the refreshment station and set it in front of him with both hands.
"Please, Young Master Harrison. Here's something to drink. It's a warm evening."
Leo stood off to one side with his mouth slightly ajar.
'Is this woman out of her mind?'
The level of enthusiasm was so far out of proportion to a normal customer interaction that it almost didn't register as real.
This wasn't the greeting of a sales manager meeting a wealthy client. This was the greeting of a sales manager meeting someone whose name had been flagged in advance by someone very, very important.
"Which unit have you selected, Mr. Harrison?" the manager asked, folding her hands politely.
