The crowd murmured appreciatively at her expertise.
Jennifer approached with clipboard efficiency. "Sir, before the police arrive, you have one opportunity to resolve this civilly. Admit the card is fraudulent, sign this incident report, and leave through our service entrance. No charges filed." She slid a pre-printed form across the counter: Acknowledgement of Fraudulent Activity.
The crowd pressed closer, sensing the climax approaching. Derek's confidence reached peak arrogance. He strutted around the counter, addressing the crowd like a motivational speaker.
"This, folks, is why criminals target luxury hotels. They assume wealth equals gullibility. Well, not on my watch."
Scattered applause encouraged him further.
"I've worked in hospitality for twelve years. I can spot fraudsters from across a lobby: the clothes, the posture, the desperation—it's all textbook."
Jake's radio crackled: "Unit 47 to base. What's your ETA on that fraud call?"
"Tell them we have a suspect in custody," Jennifer interjected. "Send a detective for questioning."
Elena practically vibrated with excitement. "This is better than reality TV. Wait until corporate hears how we handled this masterfully."
The TikToker's livestream hit 1,200 viewers. Her comments became a battlefield: This is racist AF. Hotel staff doing their job. That man's about to sue them. Someone help him.
But the mob mentality had taken hold. Guests shared theories, speculation, and righteous indignation about criminals targeting innocent people. A businessman in an expensive suit turned to his companion: "This is exactly why I only stay at verified establishments. You never know who's lurking around these days."
Damon's phone buzzed: Board Call. Urgent. Chairman Williams.
He didn't answer. Instead, he reached into his shirt pocket. The movement sent Jake's hand to his radio immediately.
"Hands visible!" Jake barked.