The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The youth asked, "Why are you closing?"

The valet turned to see that the youth was fashionable, sporting trendy brands, a beanie, and a pair of headphones.

"Sorry, sir. It's late now-you should come again tomorrow."

The valet had actually encountered plenty of others who came during closing hours, and as he spoke, he offered the youth a discount voucher. "You'll have a 20% discount with this."

The youth did not take it, however, even pushing it away. "Do I look like I'm short on money? I only came because I heard that Golden Lily closes late, but you're closing already. Don't you think that the management should answer for this?" The valet was left a little annoyed, but working in the service industry meant that he must not step on anyone's toes.

Instead, he smiled. "I'm sorry, sir-we are in the wrong here, but everyone has left and can't be of service. Please come again tomorrow. Maybe come early too, and we'll offer you our best service."

The youth could certainly understand that despite the valet's cordial attitude and politeness, he was absolutely not giving in either.

"We'll see."

With those words, the youth turned to leave.

Swish!

the shutters and the floor, which was less than a

was unassuming but turned

paid it

-

even as she lay on the chaise lounge

the staff were

now-with Frank's arrival, salary increment aside, even the pay for various overtime shifts was now doubled to the hourly rate of their standard salary. And was there anyone

had nothing else to do that night, she decided to

being a lady in a dark, large lobby

Rattle!

upstairs as if someone was playing

was expanding and contracting because of the sheer difference in temperature between day and night, though

as the rustle of footsteps

was it sow and rhythmic, and while terrifying at first,

blanket,