Phule’s Paradise by Robert Asprin

In his position of manager of the Plaza Hotel, one of the oldest, most respected on Haskin’s Planet, it had been his duty to act as guardian of those stately facilities, and while the Legionnaires had turned out to be much better behaved than he had originally feared, more often than not it had placed himself and their commander in adversarial roles. As surprised as he was at the mere existence of the call, however, he was dumbfounded at its content.

“I know we’re both busy, Bombest,” the ghostly holo-image said, “so I’ll cut right to the chase. Would you be willing to take a brief sabbatical from the Plaza to manage a hotel here on Lorelei? Say, for about a month?”

“I … I’d have to think about it, Mr. Phule,” the manager stammered, caught totally unprepared by the question.

“Unfortunately we don’t have a lot of time,” the image said, shaking its head. “Yes or no?”

“In that case, I’m afraid the answer would have to be no,” Bombest said. “If nothing else, my commitment here would forbid it. I’d have to apply for the necessary leave time, and arrange for a replacement …”

“I’m afraid you’re underestimating me again, Bombest,” Phule broke in. “That’s already been handled. I cleared it with Reggie Page … you remember the name? The CEO of the Webber Combine that owns the chain? Anyway, I’ve explained the situation to him, and he’s agreed to give you the time off, with pay, of course, and to arrange for a replacement until you return. By the way, I hope it goes without saying that you’ll be generously compensated for your work here, as well as having an expense account, so that your combined income for the period will be substantial.”