second person, winston. descendant of the abram clan. hold all the abram hotels in the world.
Suit, tie, and a Rolex watch. It all suited me.
That's what they said.
I didn't found the Abram group of hotels. My ancestors did. Also since my dad has gone to retire and live in Osaka, Japan for the rest of his life, I have to take charge of the family business.
I'm not an Abram, fully. I'm Winston, son of the hotel heiress Margaret. She died because of a car crash a year ago and left a will that if I was the only living direct heir, I will inherit all properties. My uncle died a week ago and I majored in Business Management in college so I was qualified.
I do have relatives to keep me company, but they aren't full Abram.
My father, owned a Japanese restaurant that had been successful. I never lived an elegant life. I was raised by the notes of simplicity. I lived on a house, went to public school (though my relatives from my mother's side insisted on sending me to private school), had no bodyguards to monitor me, went to Harvard (bit fancy, but it was done via test, no recommendations at all) and normal stuff.
And now, I'm stuck in my room, reading the Fellowship of the Ring for the third time again, waiting for anything to happen.
A knock on my door. Must be the 20 year-old, naive hotel manager, Quentin. He has eyes all over this place. But not my room. 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLT2MVZKOpd
"Come in." I said. I put my book on the metal bookshelf. I opened the door, saw a rattled Quientn, and invited him for tea. 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN7ijcBtlcL
"Sir, there is a problem in the lobby, While a guest was taking brunch with a friend, some random man came in, and fought with the guest. We need your help. We couldn't break them. Now the man and the guest are separated and being interrogated. The friend is still taking her tea." He told me. He then got the walkie talkie, and responded to the guard's call. 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWgqBPd6O2a
"Sir, please come with me." He pleaded. I got out of the office, accompanied him to the elevator and saw the situation. The two men were wrestling. The friend was just trying to stop them two. The guards weren't strong enough for the other man. 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnvVUKPlj7z
"Hey, stop!" I yelled. None would listen to me. I yelled again, nothing happened. I just went for the strong one, and punched him in the face. My knuckles were bruised with just one punch. 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWKjVVcbHrU
"You will face hell buddy." Then he tried punching me. I ducked down and avoided his punches. 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnY2aN3NbRH
"Sir! Watch out!" Quentin said. I turned around, and I fell to the ground with a punch. I had a blurry vision. Then people were coming to my fallen body.
Next thing I saw, the guards, Quentin and the other people, were looking at me. They were checking my physical state of health. I said I was fine.
Quentin did protocol. He banned the man, assisted the guest and the friend and put it on the house. My uncle made the rules so it was okay. I stood up, went back to the office and just slept on the couch. Five hours later, I wake up. Quentin watched me the whole time. 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh1jQYvChdP
"What the hell, Quentin. You don't do that."371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9mQvfvhkHW
"Let's talk it over at the bar. Come on, get dressed. Drinks on me." He helped me up and drove me to the bar.371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8pgb0ZPkBi
