
The Royal Beacon Hotel was a hive of elegance on a cold autumn evening. The youthful receptionist, Marissa, took great satisfaction in keeping the upscale atmosphere and thought she could identify the “right” visitors. A tall Black man wearing jeans and a hoodie came in at around midnight, his face kind but worn out. He offered his credit card and said, “Good evening. I would like a room for the night.” However,
Marissa lied and said the hotel was completely booked, although there was lots of room. She gave a well-dressed couple a room key and greeted them pleasantly a few moments later.The man, Patrick Mahomes, a well-known football player and businessman, discreetly departed after recognizing bigotry. He made the decision to purchase the faltering hotel that evening. Patrick possessed the Royal Beacon Hotel by sunrise. He came back looking sharply dressed and commanded respect. He came closer, and Marissa froze. With an unwaveringly calm voice, he declared, “I’m Patrick Mahomes, the new owner.” Even though there were rooms available last night, I was turned away. Why? Marissa stammered, caught off guard, but there was no place for justifications given Patrick’s silent strength. Justice had arrived, and things were about to change.