
"I won't answer you, Mr. Oliver. Eat your pho cold."
After that he didn't try to expose my personal problems anymore.
We came back with this taxi, Nguyen warned me sometimes some naughty taxi driver somehow has a way to raise his argo meter all of a sudden, especially if he knows you're a tourist.
"Hey, your argomu, don't fuck around!" Nguyen tells how to argue with them in Vietnamese, pay the fix rate only. Call the name of the boss if necessary, because the name of the boss is quite scary he said. It must be remembered that Vietnam is a socialist, the rich people here are closely related to the military. "You're only 60,000 to Lotte!"
"Come on Mam. 90,000 vnd." He seems to be fluent too.
"70,000!"
"OK." I'm finally dealing.
"He's rigging our argo?"
"Of course, it happens here a lot."
"If I go alone I'll be the victim. Thanks Sandra."
"It's my job, I'm your bodyguard." We reached the hotel in ten minutes and then finally. Hanoi is not so crowded, Nguyen said at 10 o'clock usually the streets are already stretched here.
I drove her all the way to her room, checked even to the bathroom, checked things out according to my SOP, she looked at me in surprise.
"It's a bodyguard duty, we have SOPs. I have to check your room."
"Ohhh, I thought you'd stay here." He opened his jacket and threw it on the chair. Show off his athletic body that only wears a body-fitting gray T-shirt."If it's okay, too." He smiled at me, trying to see if the current was swift or shallow.
"You need a girl tonight? Nguyen can send it for you. You just tell me." I folded my hands in front of my chest.
"No I'm just asking you, don't be too shy, you've seen it before, ..." I'm sure he's very satisfied if he can get me under him.
"We're different Mr. Oliver's species." She laughed because I called us different.
"All women are the same. And I'm a very kind person, you should be more open to me."
"What if I call Nguyen now. How much do you need? Maybe two or three girls?" He walked over to me. I stay where I am, our distance is only a hand's reach now. Now I can see his dark blue eyes. This handsome man indeed deserves his Don Juan status.
"Then I leave you to rest. Good night, Mr. Oliver." I turned towards the door.
"10K (ten grand)." I stopped, is this bastard bidding me?! 10K (10,000 USD)?! Now I turn around and go back in front of him.
"What?"
"If you stay next to me for 3 days..." He knows I can't hit him right now because he's a big Boss guest. I took a breath and grimaced to see it.
"20 grand." It turned out to be a double offer, he raised his eyebrows, I now laugh.
"You know Mr. Oliver. If you're not my boss's guest, I'll give you a second jab."
"30 grand then..."
"You got a lot of money, huh?"
"I told you I was generous." This bastard tried to fool me. I'm sure if I do, he'll say. Turns out your price is 30 grand.
"Save your money, Mr. Oliver, I told you we're different species." I escaped my hand on his chest, smiling at him with pride.
"Oh yeah..." He caught my hand. His hand is closing my pocket. "You're taking this too seriously, Miss Sandra. I'm just trying to be kind. Everything will be fine, we don't play feelings, purely business and kindness."
I breathe seeing it. The man who makes money as his shield, all the men who have money sometimes so, with their own reasons. Some of the others are indeed assholes who want to use women, some actually avoid emotional relationships with women.
Ko Derrick uses it, he protects his heart from women who want to approach him with money, in his hands women only tools, until he meets someone right, maybe at the right time. This guy I think he's acting so sure he's got his own problems with women, I don't know, he's trying to prove women are the same.
"Don't bring your past grudges to my future, I don't want to know Oliver..." My words made her smile disappear. I hit it exactly. I took off his hand that was wrapped around my waist.
"Good night, tomorrow we leave at 8."
Closed door. I'm sure he won't try again.
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