I hope my English and writing isn’t too bad.
I used to work in a hotel. During the night I occupied the front desk. This was primarily a means to finance my studies, but after a few years of night shift seniority made me essentially night manager of the place.
In the process of this I became friendly with the hotel owner. He was pretty rich and owned several hotels all around the country, The owner, let us call him Chris for sake of ease, wasn’t involved in the day to day running of the hotel, but stayed in the hotel suite a lot.
Working the night shift I saw a lot of strange stuff, but the weirdest and maybe most wonderful night in the hotel was shortly before I quit my job. I had already given notice and the last weeks of my employment were me staying home, using up the rest of my holidays.
Officially I was still an employee of the hotel, so I was still allowed to use the employee parking lots. The night in question I got some drinks in town with friends, but parked my car at the hotel.