“What time will the developer arrive?” I spoke. I served Joey and Clarie some vegetables. These two kids had the same preference in food - They both preferred meat over greens. So I had to make them eat some vegetables, or they wouldn’t help themselves to those at all.
Nathan finished eating, put down the tableware, and said, “Around noon. You should dress smart.”
I nodded. Although I hadn’t done reception work before. But when I worked at the George group before, I had been received a few times by others because of my identity then.
I knew what I should do!
...
The next day!
Because I needed to receive guests, I especially wore something that I had brought from Newton Town. In the past few years, I hadn’t bought that many clothes in the HL Area. Even when I did, I would go for those inexpensive ones at the night market. Basically, I didn’t wear branded designs anymore, not to mention customized clothing.
This outfit was custom-made by a famous Italian designer specially invited by Dennis back then. There were many similar ones in the cloakroom. Back then, because I was holding Clarie Bear, I had worn this capable one for convenience when I boarded the plane.
Later, I stopped wearing this outfit after I had come to the HL Area. After a few years in the box, it smelled musty. Fortunately, the quality and design of these clothes worthy of tens of thousands of dollars were top-notch, it didn’t get outdated even after years.
I stood in front of the hotel door waiting for the developer.
Today, Antonia happened to be on duty at the front desk. Seeing me in some high-quality clothes, it was inevitable that she would belittle me.
“Oh wow, now she’s trying to lure the developer after getting into the manager’s pants. What a slut!”
After all, it was a public place, so I just gave her a cold look and didn’t say much.
But after yesterday, she and I had forged some bad blood.
Now, it had become a well-known fact that Antonia didn’t like me.
In front of the hotel entrance, a black Mercedes-Benz S-Class pulled over, This should be the best car that had shown up in the HL Area so far.
Seeing the developer arriving, Antonia took her resentful eyes away from me and waited at the door of the hotel with a standard smile on her face.
All the hotel staff who were available to make it to the reception had come at the entrance and waited for the guest to come out of the car.
I stepped forward, walked to the side of the car, and bent over to open the door for the person in the car.
Before my hand could even get to the door, someone opened it instead.
“Please allow me.”
Toby was probably surprised too. When he saw me, he paused for a moment. Afterward, he retracted his hand, took two steps
back, looked at me, and said, “Please, ma’am!”
The man in the car stepped down to the ground with a pair of polished black leather shoes. Then, a slender-built gentleman
stepped out of the car and stood there. The man’s eyes were cold and capable.
Dennis looked at Toby coldly, his voice full of displeasure, “Toby, you...” His voice was extremely powerful, but he stopped
talking only halfway through, and even his hand in arranging his suit stopped in place as if he had been immobilized.
Everyone was attracted by his sudden silence, and their eyes followed his gaze.
Dennis's trance was too long, so long that the people who greeted him thought he wasn’t happy about our reception service.
Toby knew Dennis well. Seeing him looking at me with a deep and obscure gaze, Toby spoke to remind him, “Mr. George, shall
we get in first and get some rest?”
After a long time, he took his gaze away from me and entered the hotel without saying a word, surrounded by many people.
Dennis sparkled and was always in the spotlight wherever he went.
A circle of people surrounded him. If it weren’t for work, I probably wouldn't be able to squeeze in, so I rushed forward and
pressed the elevator.
My shouting wasn't that loud, though. After all, there were so many people on the site, and it was not strange for someone in
the crowd to trip over.
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