This would be not an issue, Sabri thought when she returned to her haven within the Dhaka Hotel, a number of folders stacked upon her desk, which she had collected for her perusal. They included pretty much everything that the hotel required by law; its standard operating procedures, health and safety certificates, complaint forms, running costs, employees, important clientele, etc, etc.

The life blood of any good business is in the organisation of its paperwork, and so far, Sabri was impressed. This meant that she could leave the Sterling somewhat at its own devices, poking her broken nose in only when she need be. Talking of life blood...

Covering herself in a relaxing sari, her disgusting features covered, Sabri leaves her office and heads for the night shift, in search of a late meal.

Maybe I could get some differing flavours at the Sterling, she mused, darkly.