Lawyer or banker for sure. She could not dawdle. While the bartender would get his 10%, she could not afford to have the concierge walk in. That would be an extra 10%, which she did not like to pay unless he steered a guest to her.
It was easy enough. He had a wedding band on and he was sitting alone at a hotel bar on a Tuesday night a couple of weeks before Christmas.
After a few words of sympathy—generic words of sympathy since she did not know why he was sitting at the bar—he finished his drink. She whispered “One thousand” in his ear, and he did not blink. He nodded.
Within less than fifteen minutes of her first seeing him, they were in his room. It was a nice, upper-floor suite. There was not much light, but she had the chance to look at him. He was handsome. His hair was dark brown, cut short but not super short. Traces of gray gave him gravitas. His whole manner gave him gravitas.