“The name’s Damon Garrison,” he corrected the receptionist of the hotel as he gave her his card. She nodded. “I'm sorry sir,” in a tone that could be compared to a whisper, she muttered. “Uhm... how many months sir?” She demanded, heaving a sigh. “Four months, VIP room,” he answered, pushing his luggage closer to him. “Meals included, so tell me, what will be the total cost?” The woman pulled out a calculator, pressing some numbers out and when she was done, she pushed it aside, raising her head to meet his gaze. “If it's in dollars it's thirty thousand sir,” she answered, sliding his card closer to herself. “Should I make the transaction?” Damon nodded, motioning his hand towards her. “Yes please, go on.” “Here for the training at Bumrungrad International hospital?” The woman inquired in a respectful tone. Damon shifted his weight, staring at the woman for some seconds, till she gave him the card with a smile. “Done sir, you've successfully booked a VIP room, it's ro
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