I Can Cook, or Maybe Not!

"Mr. Assistant manager, I would greatly appreciate it if we could be on our way already, please… Let's go now, and I don't want to lose my job. Don't you know our boss when he's in a bad mood? He forgives nothing. So, let's go! Take me to the Penthouse!" Exclaim Sato as he went first, without any idea where to go.

The assistant manager could only shake his head as he ran after Sato. He was afraid that if he doesn't accompany him, he might end getting lost instead.

"Sir, excuse me! Wait up! It's this way, the elevator is just up ahead, and it would take you straight to the Penthouse where you wanted to go." The assistant manager still shaking his head, holding his laughter from the way Sato was walking like a runway model.