Of course the manager at this quaint Williamsburg Inn, the official home for the tenth annual “Out of this World” convention, had stated it more politely than that. But that is what she heard. “I am very sorry, Ms. Perry. It appears that your reservation has been lost in our computer. If I had any spare rooms at all, I would give one to you. Unfortunately, we are completely booked due to the convention. And we haven’t had a single cancellation or no show.” Kerry Perry nodded her head, but she pulled from her pocket the brochure for the conference. Opening it up, she pointed to the middle of the page where her name was listed as a speaker. “The organizers promised me it was all arranged, otherwise I would have seen to it myself.” “If you’ll just give me a moment, Ms. Perry, I’ll see what I can do about correcting this mistake.” John Abbott turned quickly from the main desk and walked through the door marking the private office. Kerry took another deep breath. “Stay calm,”
