Rick left the wooden pier behind as he took deliberate, heavy strides toward the massive glass administration building situated at the center of the Azure Harbor complex, deciding it was time to officially claim his throne.
He pushed the heavy front doors open and stepped into the air-conditioned lobby, where a young, professional receptionist sat behind a polished marble desk, sorting through a stack of VIP guest manifests.
She looked up as Rick approached, her eyes lingering for a fraction of a second on his plain black t-shirt, faded denim jeans, and scuffed boots, since his casual attire starkly contrasted the tailored suits of the billionaires who usually wandered into this specific building.
"Welcome to Azure Harbor Marina, sir," the receptionist greeted politely, maintaining her professional smile despite her internal confusion, as she clasped her hands together. "How may I assist you today? Are you looking to book a standard rental slip or register a vessel?"
