Aiyana's Revenge

Chapter 4

The following day, all affluent individuals began to arrive at the Royalty Hotels, one of the largest and most luxurious hotels in the country. It was rumored that even a middle-class man would never be able to afford it, even if he saved up his earnings for a year.

Only men of exalted privilege could stay in their rooms and suites.

The committee of the Annual Billionaires Charity Conference rented all the rooms and the hall for five days.

For almost a decade, they held press conferences every year to discuss orphanages and places they wanted to help. They believed that the government could only do so much for the poor, so they wanted to use their fortunes to help them.

However, that was just public opinion. Everyone was there to flaunt their wealth and gain more attention from the public, including politicians and power-hungry individuals who only sought to attract public attention and sympathy. They didn't genuinely care for anyone, but as long as it could bring some benefit, they would participate.

Others were there to form contracts with others, and the rest were there to seek marriage proposals for their children and set them up on blind dates to secure business deals, almost like a trade-off. Their children in exchange for financial gains.

Since most of the billionaires arrived late, they were asked to rest up and meet in the hall for their first discussion along with a welcoming party. Michael was grateful for the grace as Dominic arrived there in a drunken, wobbly mess. He didn't have a high alcohol tolerance, but he downed it like it was water.

Aiyana decided to go alone to the event. She didn't want anyone monitoring her or giving her aunt feedback, even though she knew her aunt would not hold back in sending a spy to watch over her every move.

That morning, she decided to look as elegant as possible. She chose a deep navy blue dress with a square neck in front but low at the back, with a slit in front reaching mid-thigh. She straightened her brown hair to look as chic as possible.

She applied light makeup but with red lipstick, as she had often been told that it complemented her very fair skin.

She carried a Black Chanel Diamond Forever Handbag, a limited edition product by Chanel that she eagerly claimed because she loved it. She wore her black red-bottom heels and adorned her ears with a Dyed Black Freshwater Pearl and diamond earring exclusively made for her.

After adding her perfume, she stepped out. Everyone invited to the ABCC was assigned an escort to attend to their needs and ensure their comfort.

Theresa requested to have the same lady assigned to her a year ago with Aiyana.

"Miss Donatello," she curtsied. "I am your escort for this year's program, Miss Levine," she added. "May I say that you look gorgeous, ma'am."

"And you are rocking that uniform better than I would. You look good," Aiyana noted, observing her standing in heels. "You've been standing here all day?" Aiyana asked, almost surprised.

"We all have," Miss Levine chuckled slightly, pointing to the other escorts waiting outside the hotel rooms.

Aiyana hated how they made everything so extravagant, but at least it provided jobs for others, she thought.

"I see," Aiyana mumbled, looking around.

"Shall we? It is my duty to escort you to the dining hall," Miss Levine gestured for Aiyana to go first.

"I'd rather we walk alongside each other."

Miss Levine immediately refused. "I do not think that would be appropriate. We are to walk only behind you."

"As your superior, I order you to walk alongside me," Aiyana commanded. She believed it was absurd; escorts were supposed to walk in front, not at the back.

Whoever thought of such a stupid rule?

"Well," Miss Levine was taken aback; no one had ever asked her to walk alongside them.

All the escorts wore navy blue uniforms similar to the ones flight attendants wore.

Miss Levine adjusted her cap and cleared her throat.

"Shall we?" Aiyana asked.

"Yes, Miss Donatello," Levine went on to explain. "I am to see to everything you need. If you find anything lacking, please inform me right away, and I will make sure that all is in order. Also, if you need a drive through the beautiful city of Florence, I will be more than happy to provide another trustworthy guide to show you around."

"If I feel the need to, I'll call upon you," Aiyana replied.

Everyone was out with their escorts tending to their needs. Aiyana was mad when she saw an old entitled man asking the escort to clean the shoes of his wife and himself.

"Ah," Miss Levine maintained her service smile. "The dining hall. I will be right outside as I am not permitted to go in with you. My tag number is 83." She pointed to the wall. "Just tap number 83 on the gold buttons on the wall, and I will receive a beep, knowing you have sent for me."

Aiyana sighed. "What in the world? I don't have time for this. Do you have a phone?"

"Y-yes, I do," Levine continued. "Is there an issue?"

"Yes, I don't have time to press a stupid button. May I have your number?"

"We're not allowed-"

"You said it yourself that you are to resolve anything I find bothersome, and that, my dear, is extremely bothersome."

"Okay then."

"Stop acting like you're pushing drugs. This is still strictly professional," Aiyana said to Levine. She thought it was incredibly ridiculous that anyone would tap on a stupid button like a doorbell to call their escorts. The escorts are humans, not dogs you can call upon with a whistle.

She got Levine's number and bid her farewell before entering the hall. Aiyana received quite a good number of compliments as she looked as exquisite as always.

Her table number was with a group of extremely spoiled girls, some of whom she attended a prestigious high school with. They were known for their ability to fabricate any story that would seem of interest to them.

Aiyana desperately wished to change seats as one of them, the most irritating, spotted her.

"This is going to be one heck of a conference," Aiyana groaned inwardly before giving her best pretentious smile and taking her seat.