The Hotel Manager (4)

“Did I do something wrong? Her father said, somewhat confused.

“I don’t think so, sir, and your daughter seems to be having a hard time,” I replied.

“Did you also notice? We’ve been trying to cheer her up for days, but we don’t want to stifle her either.” Diana’s father said.

“I understand. Sometimes you just have to be patient, and when she feels comfortable, I’m sure she will tell you what’s wrong.” I said while giving him a sincere smile.

The man just shrugged, trying to convince himself of my words.

The end of the day had arrived, the aisles were complete, the reservations were sold out, this summer was a success. As I entered my father’s room, I could see him jotting down the bills on his desk. For my part, I just dropped into bed, and I had deflated. It had been a very tiring day.

“Good job today, son.” My father said without looking away fr