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TRENT'S POV

It was an approximately fifteen minutes drive and we saw ourselves in front of a huge hotel. Of course she chose the best in the whole of Washington.

I made a mental note to let Clarence drive on our way back. I wasn't the freaking chaffeur so driving him don't fit well with my job description of “the boss”

Guess I was just a bit scared that he would take the liberty to crash my brand new telsa car.

What... Why should I trust him?

He trailer after him in a highly recommend silence as we made our way towards the front desk.

The receptionist was a man...I have to give him that.

“how may I help you?” The man asked looking up at the both of us with a without a smile.

Good, he didn't even fake it. I was starting to like the guy.

“We have reservations,” I said, flashing gik my Identity card as well as a picture of the reservations.

His eyes widened in recognition.

“CEO Clinton,” He said, bowing slightly.

Funny , I thought everyone here were all Americans.

“Shh,” I said
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