Skylark

Manya was standing at the entrance of the SKYLARK; she remembered that this hotel once used to be three stars only. She was impressed by the improvement in the infrastructure of the place, as well as the choice of the restaurant made by the potential intern. She hadn't met the person yet, she didn't know anything about them: neither their name, nor their qualifications or the degree pursued by them; but the way their choices were impressing her, she was even more curious to meet the person as soon as possible. She entered and picked out her credit card at the reception; handing the card to the receptionist, she said “I don't know how much you will charge in order to vacate this place, but I will give you ten minutes to do so. I am going to have a meeting in almost half an hour and I want this place to be free of everyone, I don't want a single person in the restaurant area.”