Friday, ten past six
The long weekend was three days away and the phone would not stop.
Preeya stood behind the front desk of the Lantern Tide Hotel. Sixty-four rooms in Hua Hin. Her father built it. She had thirty-one rooms left, and she was watching them sell at the low-season price.
She knew what to do. Raise the rate. Every hotel on the street already had.
She could not do it.



