The Network

The pounding head was the thing that woke Ike Harrison up. He groaned softly as he pushed himself off the ground. Once he managed to focus his eyesight, he saw that it was midnight. Grabbing his clean shirt, he finally pulled it over himself.
He made his way into the bathroom to check himself. He looked worse than he felt as he touched the gash on his head. Wincing slightly, Ike grabbed the bath towel, pressing it against his gash. As he did that, the room phone rang. Ike only stared at it but it kept ringing. He walked over to it, picking it up.
"Who is this?"
"The front desk, Mr.McGrath. You asked me to call you at midnight so you wouldn't be late for your business meeting."
"McGrath?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Who are you calling McGrath?"
"You, sir. You checked in this afternoon."
"It's suppose to be under Harrison! Ike Harrison."
"No sir, we don't have anybody under that name. Our computers have been malfunctioning but we have you registered as Irving McGrath, staying with us until tomorrow."
Ike set the phone down slowly, staring out at the city below him. In what mess had he stepped into?