Chapter 2 - The Resort Manager Trembles Before The True Founder
The crimson emergency lights cast a pulsating glow over the polished Italian marble floor of the grand hotel lobby.
Manager Jenkins remained bowed at a ninety-degree angle, his forehead slick with cold sweat as he stared at the Persian rug.
“Madam Founder… I swear to you, I had no idea Mrs. Montgomery would cross such a catastrophic line,” Jenkins stammered.
Amelia did not spare him a single glance, her posture rigid and her gaze fixed straight ahead.
“You watched her drag me across my own floor by a decorative chain, Jenkins, and you said nothing,” Amelia whispered.
“I thought… we thought you were just an ordinary guest checking in for the weekend getaway,” Jenkins whimpered pathetically.
“An ordinary guest does not give you the right to let staff abuse human beings in this establishment,” Amelia corrected coldly.
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The heavy silver chain lay discarded on the marble, stained with a faint trace of dust and humiliated authority.
Jenkins swallowed hard, his knees trembling as the reality of his career ending crashed over him like a tidal wave.
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