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 gap between the shutters and the floor, which was less

but turned out to be

aside, he paid it

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on lobby duty. However, she could not fall asleep even as she lay on the chaise lounge at the lobby, no matter how

this shift, as it was usually voluntary and the staff were not paid that well for that before. As such, Kiki had

Frank's arrival, salary increment aside, even the pay for various overtime shifts was now doubled to the hourly

had nothing else to do

a lady in a dark, large lobby was still scary

Rattle!

if someone was playing with marbles, and Kiki panickedly hid beneath

was actually aware that the sound was the creaking of the rebars between the walls. Each piece was expanding and contracting because of the sheer difference

top of that, more creepy things happened... such as

and rhythmic, and while terrifying at first, Kiki ad the feeling that

beneath her blanket, presuming that it was a