Rowland
“Alright, Sir, please take a seat while I process your booking.” The receptionist gestured at the couch opposite her desk while speaking in a very seductive manner.
She tried to hide under the guise of being professional, but she was failing terribly at that. If I wasn’t trying to be clandestine, I would have reported her for the lack of misconduct. She was lucky.
“Thank you, I would rather sit there,” I pointed at the long bench in the reception area that was the normal bench meant for customers.
As I walked to the seat, I could feel her eyes boring into the back of my head. She must have been disappointed at her failure to get my attention.
I glanced at my phone occasionally, sighing as so much time had passed and Rebecca still hadn’t called me. I knew her marrying Seba
