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Cathy. Simms made her way to Cathy offering an artificial embrace then took the opportunity to invite herself to join them for the drink. Even as they sipped at their coffee, Cathy could not help but notice the nasty stares the associates at The Ocean Cafe offered Deppe and Simms when they were not looking. When they excused themselves to go back to their offices, Cathy stayed behind using the fresh air as an excuse to gather her thoughts. A Front Office associate approached her with a room key and informed her that her luggage had been sent to the room.
     
    Even as Cathy made her way to the drink counter to speak to the associates there, she was approached by a Housekeeping associate who looked harried and spoke with a loud whisper.
     
    "It's just not right, I tell you, he's married. But in and out, he has so many women." She shook her head and quickly squeezed Cathy's hand. "I know you're here to make things better. Thank you," she urgently whispered as she hurried away.
     
    Years before when only just starting out in the hotel industry, Cathy learnt that the best way to insider information in any hotel were two sets of people, Housekeeping and Concierge. Even though they made painstaking efforts to stay invisible and unappreciated, they would put any Head of Department to shame with their updated information about personnel and guests.
     
    Cathy made her way to her room and was greeted with a sealed brown envelope on the bed. 'Strange,' she thought. Targets were never assigned so quickly and when they were, it was always delivered directly, ensuring no one else had the opportunity to intercept the message.
     
    Trembling a little, she opened the envelope and then took a deep breath. It was good news for her but not so much for Dieter Deppe.
     
    ”Ah,” she muttered, “it’s not an assignment.”
     
    Someone had carefully watched and snapped pictures of him in various locations in the main town area with Yolanda Simms. Pictures of them leaving a motel, having breakfast at the local Starbucks and snapshots of him with other women were in the envelope. She suspected they must have used a mobile phone as the pictures were small and blurry. However, the faces of the people in them were clear enough. Cathy emptied the contents of the envelope and counted twenty-six pictures. There was no letter or any indication of who had sent it but was certain that more than one associate was involved. After glancing through each one, she placed them back in the envelope and sat down on the edge of the bed.
     
    Unable to ignore this behavior any longer, she had to act on it. Corporate values preached honesty and trustworthiness not to mention strong family values. If these values went unpracticed by the General Manager of a property, the place was definitely in bad shape regardless how high their average room rate was.
     
    Without a doubt, it was Deppe's ingenuity and skill in the five years he ran it that had placed this resort in the limelight. It had even won several awards. But when you lose the respect of three hundred people working for you, very little good came of it. Any property, small or big thrived only when the cohesiveness between all departments blended together. Something had to be done and Cathy needed to get the wheels turning.
     
    For now, she needed to get ready and explore the city for a good meal. She had requested a rental car to be waiting for her at 6:00 p.m. Unless necessary, it was her practice to have dinner outside the property she inspected. It gave her a chance to experience the destination while giving herself a breath of fresh air from work.
     
    As she thought about how she would break the news to Deppe, she felt a little tug at her emotions when she thought about his wife. She had little background information about him but knew that he was married for twenty years to the same woman and had one daughter. They still lived in Perth which had been his last posting because of their daughter's