They heard Mark talking with the person at the door before another round of knocks hit the door.
“Who is it?” Derek asked.
“The resort manager,” replied Mark. “She says she’d like to speak to you.”
“Let her in.”
Mark opened the door from outside and a petite Asian woman walked in with a smile on her beautiful face.
“Hello Mr. Fraser, Miss Lane. My name is Sierra Ma, and I am the manager of this prestigious resort,” she said smoothly.
“Pleased to meet you, Ms. Ma,” said Derek. “How may we help you?”
“Allow me to first apologize for interrupting your relaxation,” she said apologetically. “I was sent here by one of the owners of this resort to request your presence at the presidential wing. She would like to host you for lunch in the next one hour if you do not mind.”
Rachel’s eyebrows climbed higher on her face. “Wait…”
“Let me guess, the owner in question is named Yolanda Fraser, right?” Asked Derek.