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The memory nearly had me in tears. ************************************* We arrived at Hotel Monteleone exhausted. I now regretted I had booked Prime Theory a show which was in a couple of hours. My feet, back, and brain ached, and I was in no mood to play marketing manager. We all seemed to drag making our way through the hotel lobby to check in. Mama’s long, hard gazes at the interior of the hotel seemed to anger her further, we could all hear it when she cleared her throat speaking up in a dry raspy tone,

Barnald is a very efficient person, and he admires how smoothly his assistant brought up the subject. "Have you heard of the SSL Hotel in Makati?" "Yes, I have been there before. Is that your hotel, sir?" Barnald burst out laughing. "No, my business is only within the Hotel, not the hotel. Have you heard of Casa de Lujuria, the exclusive nightclub in Seven Sins Luxurious Hotel?" The young lady's eyes widened. "Oh, my goodness! Is it yours? My wealthy blockmates frequently mention your nightclub, sir. I've been to SSL Hotel before, but I've never been to Casa de Lujuria."

The old lady breathed out heavily and got some newspapers. Miya, on the other hand, eagerly is listening to the old lady’s story. “Since the opening of this motel last 1992, more than any other motel in Greendale, we have the most guest suicides.” She honestly replied. Miya took a look back at the numbers pinned in the wall. “201? The old lady wiggles her head and grinned at them. “And counting.” She then laughed extremely afterward. “Okay, babe let’s go. This old creepy lady was just scaring us.” Porter shrugged Miya and went upstairs.

After saying that, she looked at my dust-covered body and waved her hand in disgust. “Now get lost. Don’t dirty up our hotel entrance.” Nearby tourists were drawn to the scene. They gathered in small groups. “Some broke loser was trying to scam a free hotel room. and got himself thrown out. How embarrassing.” “Oh wow. I’ve seen so many of these people. They’re just lowlifes.” A wave of chatter went through the crowd. But after hearing the words “important client,” I immediately took out my phone and looked at the photo my subordinate had sent me.

"Jadi...?" "Iya, Zievana sayang, aku sudah tahu. Semalam Om Andra menceritakan semuanya, termasuk malam pertama kalian di mobil dan lanjut di apartemen. Aku gak nyangka kalian berdua maniak seks." Meylan berlalu dari hadapan Zie sambil geleng-geleng kepala. Zie melayangkan horor ke arah Andra. Sedangkan yang jadi sasaran memilih pura-pura sibuk dengan gawainya lalu melakukan panggilan telepon entah dengan siapa.

A lot of people went shopping early, after all. "Hm?" As if remembering something, Kemal reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He quickly opened a search engine app on the internet and typed in a few keywords. Tapping the search icon, articles, news reports, and videos related to what he was looking for popped up. Almost all of them carried a similar headline: Bintang Utara Group Builds Traditional Market on the Site of a Former Burned-Down Hotel.

"The invoice machine is broken. We only have receipts. Take it or leave it!" I picked up the handwritten receipt and glanced at it. My expression instantly turned cold. The receipt didn't have our hotel's official financial stamp at all. Instead, it bore the seal of a company called "Grand Feast Catering Outsourcing Services Co., Ltd". As the CEO, everything finally clicked. This hotel had a huge flow of customers. By forcing guests to pay 1,500 dollars through this kind of scheme, then routing the money through this outsourcing company, they could move a considerable amount of funds every year.

"I'm delighted to be working with you, Ms. Maverick," said Olivia Riley, a representative from the Cherrylane Hotel, another winning bidder. "This is our first experience, and considering The Maverick is renowned for its excellent handling of events like this, it's a great opportunity for us to learn more."

We bought this hotel two years ago under a different name but I did not expect they could change it to my name. "Do you know the owner of this hotel, John? You're a Stevenson too," she added. "Probably," Roland said back. "Or maybe he could get a commission from the owner if he could bring someone into this hotel. A referral bonus. Many hotels are doing that kind of method these days." Who could have thought Roland comes in handy when I was left out of words on how to respond to Malia's questions? He just saved my ass from telling the truth. Of course. Roland would be the first person who would not believe I am the owner of the building we were currently standing on.

I was browsing the Craigslist ads in m4m casual encounters area when one of the ads caught my attention. "Blow and go wanted m4m (43) Seeking someone to come to my hotel room. You suck my dick. I cum in your mouth; you leave. No small talk; no names; just blow and go. No long, drawn out emails. Send a photo and we'll arrange to meet. "