There it was. There was that patented Christine Wauberge underhanded bitch cycle that Michael had been waiting for. "That isn't security's job, Christine. It's yours. Front desk is the one trained for panicking guests. You're the one with experience in calming them down and getting them to stay. In the future, if there's a check-in you feel you are poorly suited to, call whichever manager is on duty and let them decide what is proper from that point. Christian would have been better suited to the task. Which brings me to my next point..."
Michael smiled faintly, and leaned forward just the slightest bit. She folded her hands together on her desk, and tilted her head to the side. "Why did you leave your shift early that day?"