Vacation! Destination; NALA

Michael Angelo

Presently, together with my group, we started the process of checking in only to be told to wait for another five minutes.

Weak and tired, we could only agree; as if we had a choice after the small incident from before. Then, twenty minutes came, and still no key to our rooms.

So five minutes, huh?

I groaned my frustration and started marching towards Geneva — the front office staff assigned to handle our registration.

Geneva, upon seeing me, shot me an anxious look.

Before I could even reach her, and knowing what I was about to complain, she politely excused herself. Then, with trembling hands and a sweaty forehead, she approached Heinz.

Heinz, after talking with Geneva, faced me. He had the same look of dismay on his face, bringing me to think of the worst-case scenario for our signup process.

Oh goddess, no.

"Alpha King, this may sound bad... But allow to say that your hotel contract is not here."