“You look beautiful,” a stranger complimented me while we were in the elevator. It was only the two of us. She was standing behind me, and at first I hadn’t paid attention to what she looked like, so I turned my head to glance back at her. She looked like a woman in her twenties—tall, beautiful, and undeniably attractive. But I didn’t like the way she looked at me. The tone of her voice and the way her eyes assessed me didn’t match the compliment she had just given. “Thank you. You’re beautiful as well,” I replied, returning the compliment with the same kind of look and attitude. “I’ve noticed you wear very simple outfits every day,” she continued. “I see you around the hotel often, but you don’t look like a guest. Do you work here?" The way she spoke hinted that she had been born into a wealthy family. “Yes. I’m the assistant manager,” I answered, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?” “You shouldn’t be wearing clothes like that,” she said bluntly. “Someone in your position sho
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