Chapter 5 Arrogance

"This is one of our finest rooms and second to the last, you have your kitchen and of course your very own chef, Mr. Jephat sevile". The chef nodded in greeting.

"You also have your private swimming pool and your very own dining room, don't forget the three extra rooms for private guests and your guest's room for important meetings as well". The man said as he showed them the bathroom and lastly the balcony.

"You can see the beauty of Los Angeles just by standing at an angle". He gestured his hand directing them to the view.

"It is the tallest building in the country and the best experience you can ever get is found here". He said as he turned to ask them what they think.

"Impressive". Sofia turned to look at zhavia by her side with a smile on her face but didn't notice that she had stopped following them long after the bed was shown to them. She turned back to the man and smiled. "We'll take it".

The man smiled as he spoke. "Si, your luggage will be sent shortly ma'am, Que tengas maravillosa estadia". He said as he bowed and walked out.

"She must be tired". Sofia muttered. She walked to the bed and covered zhavia with the mattress. "She sleeps just like an angel". She thought as she walked out of the room to hers that was already booked a few weeks ago. She took the elevator to the 100th room.

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"This way sir". He nodded as he followed them into the room reserved for him.

"Prepare the documents, I leave early tomorrow morning".

"Yes sir". Lola walked out of the room as Raphael D'aboville walked in and bowed. She had tried to look her best that day to impress Mr. Ross.

RAPHAEL D'ABOVILLE- Hotel manager (a.k.a arrogant, proud French man)

A maid followed directly behind him with a tray. "Mr. Ross, your tea is served, would you like it rather decaf?" Raphael spoke calmly with his fancy accent.

"Mr. Ross?" He asked. "I think you're mistaken, wait, you haven't seen him too?" The man asked.

"I'm rather confused sir, you aren't Mr. Ross?"

"Thomas Grimes". He stretched his hand to shake hands but Raphael hesitated for a moment, perplexed, and then took his hands.

"I'm still confused, sir".

"I was sent here to collect the documents and report back to a guy named Klaus Alejandro".

"So you are more like the errand man?" Raphael attacked with a disgusted face. His arrogance and his thick French accent filled the air.

Thomas noticed the rudeness in the french man's tone and had to tame down his eagle. He knew how to put rude jerks like him in their places and wasn't going to let him down easily. "His agent". He corrected.

"I am also assigned to report about the affairs of the hotel and the enthusiasm of the employees towards work, and trust me my reports are carried out effectively, I'll advise you to be on your best behavior". Thomas grinned.

Raphael quickly understood what he meant as he faked a smile. With an arrogant attitude, he ordered the maid to serve the tea.

"Decaf please". Thomas said as he sat elegantly.

"If there's anything you need monsieur, we'll be at your service". He concluded as he exited the room.

"Indeed". Thomas replied with a smile as the door was shut.