
“Do you need until you follow me here?” shalome said as the car he was riding stopped at his destination.
Both are at the bargaining place. Shalome stared at the majestic building in front of him. Then I switched to seeing Monica.
“I don't know anything,” kilah fast Monica.
“You don't trust me!? Really, I don't know anything.” Monica tries to convince Shalome. This time he did not interfere.
Shalome sighed. He got out of the car with Monica. He was greeted by the hotel manager.
“Goodnight, Miss Valkyrie, my introduction Manager J.A Hotel,” greet the friendly manager.
“Mari, I'll take you to your desk. He's been waiting for you there.” He let Shalome in.
Although still upset. Shalome kept stepping in. He thinks it's just some freak taking strangers out, making dinner at a hotel. Although Shalome is not a stochastic mind. But of the many restaurants that there is why should be in the hotel, anyway. In the hotel, there is also a restaurant. Especially for the size of J.A Hotel whose quality of service is no doubt.
“What President chose his place?” Until now Shalome still calls Sonny, the president. I don't know when Shalome's call on Sonny will be as normal as ever.
“I don't know, Miss,” replied Monica honestly.
“True, 'was. It's not like you're still working for him. As long as you remain my personal assistant. How can you not know so much? Moreover, it is just a trivial matter.”
They're almost there. There was even a hotel employee who stood by at the door.
“It seems, I should consider again looking for a new assistant,” Shalome added before logging into the restaurant. Monica really hopes the relationship between the two, Shalome and Sonny will soon improve. Or he won't last much longer than this.
Shalome circulated a glance throughout the restaurant. Empty, there are no other customers. Next Shalome was guided to progressively step inside. Eventually, he arrived at another part of the restaurant. In front of him was another door. A door that was much more luxurious than the previous door.
At the first door, he could look into the restaurant. Because the previous restaurant was surrounded by clear glass. Different from now. In addition to the door has special code access. Shalome also could not look inside the restaurant, the slightest item. More privacy than previous restaurants.
The man who was the manager of the hotel, went ahead and pressed the code for entry. After a 'click' sound, he opened the door. “Please enter.”
“But you can only enter alone,” added the manager before Shalome entered.
“Our employees will serve your assistant.” Shalome nodded, stepping in alone.
Empty again. There's no one, except Shalome. The decoration is much more luxurious than the previous part of the restaurant. The number of tables is also only small. It can be counted on the fingers.
Correction, there's someone else there. A man sat his back to Shalome at a table by the window. Without a second thought Shalome approached the man. He remembered the hotel manager who had brought him. The man who had dinner with her was waiting for her.
Shalome stopped in front of the man. Just now Shalome wants a voice ....
“I think, you'll be back not coming.” Suddenly the man stood up, gently he danced a chair to Shalome who was still silent on the spot.
“You must be tired of working all day and immediately told to come here.” The man smiled kindly towards Shalome.
Treated with courtesy and friendliness, inevitably Shalome also had to adjust. “You are too much, Mr. Alexander,” Shalome said after sitting down.
Shalome sighed because Justin was just smiling. “Mr Ale———”
“Justin.”
“Sorry?”
“Call it, Justin. Mr. Alexander, I'm not that old,” obviously Justin is still faithfully smiling. Although the woman in front of him looked very reluctant.
“I also hope. You allowed me to call your first name,” Justin said without a burden.
“Tapi———”
“Quite Justin!” Justin interrupted Shalome's speech.
Shalome could not be angry because Justin kept smiling at her. But that's what pissed Shalome off.
“Again we are also the same age.” Justin smiled and won.
“Wait! Before we start eating,” prevent Shalome when Justin raises his hand. Code the waiter, ask for a menu list.
“Can you explain our situation?” Justin frowning.
“From what I know. President Valkyrie should have dinner with us here, too, by now. But why are there only two of us?” press Shalome on both of us.
“No special reason.”
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Ace Blue Charlotte's
September 16th, 2020