A huge disastrous blow

Tom's POV

"Sir?" My secretary called, stepping into my office.  

I gave her a grunt in response, not looking up from the files I had been reading. 

"There's a call for you from the manager of the hotel in New Orleans," she said and I raised my head at that.  

Why was the manager in New Orleans calling? His hotel was one of the thriving hotels I had. It made up at least twenty percent of my company's value. But I hadn't received a personal call from him in a long time.  

I beckoned for her to hand me the phone.

"Hello Asher, to what do I owe this sudden call?" 

"Hello Mr Harrison," was it just me or did he sound quite glum? "I'm afraid I do not have good news," 

I sat up straighter than. What the hell was going on? Was it the government? Was it the people? What on earth was