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Despised by the Manager for a Frayed Coat, Then the Billionaire Son Personally Arrives to Face-Slap Her

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Rosa, oblivious to his terror, pointed an accusatory finger at Walter. “He came in expecting luxury service he obviously can’t pay for. He refused to leave until I had Thomas escort him out.”Marcus spoke, his voice cutting through the crisp air like a blade. “He has a confirmed reservation.”Rosa rolled her eyes, sighing heavily. “Anyone can claim that once they get caught trying to sneak in.”Richard’s face was now a sickly shade of gray. He swallowed hard, his throat clicking audibly. He looked at Rosa, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Did you ever look up his name, Rosa?”“Why bother when it was obvious?” she shot back, annoyed that Richard wasn't immediately taking her side. “Look at him, Richard.”Marcus answered for the terrified director. “She never checked. She didn't ask. She just had security put him outside like garbage.”Rosa became visibly irritated, stepping closer to Richard. “Richard, just look at them. You know exactly what I mean. We have standards to uphold.”Richard stared at her, realizing with mounting horror the sheer magnitude of the catastrophe she had just orchestrated. “Rosa,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “Do you even know who these men are?”Rosa gave a small, condescending laugh. “Am I supposed to? Are they famous bloggers or something?”Richard straightened up, pulling at his collar as if he were suddenly suffocating. He turned toward Marcus and Walter, and with a voice that echoed slightly in the quiet driveway, he spoke the words that would end Rosa's world.“That is Mr. Walter Brooks,” Richard announced, his voice trembling but clear. He then gestured to Marcus. “Father of Mr. Marcus Brooks—the Chairman and majority owner of this entire hotel group.”The color drained from Rosa’s face so fast it looked as if she had been struck by lightning. Her smug smile vanished, replaced by an expression of slack-jawed horror. The silence that fell over the driveway was absolute, broken only by the distant hum of city traffic.For several agonizing seconds, Rosa could not speak. She stared at the old man in the cheap brown coat, and then at the ruthless billionaire standing protectively beside him. The reality of the situation crashed over her in suffocating waves.Marcus stepped closer to his father, then turned his freezing gaze back to Rosa. “You shouldn’t have needed to know who he was,” he said quietly. “That is the tragedy here.”Rosa finally found her voice, though it was barely a squeak. “You’re... you're firing me because of this?”“I’m firing you because you humiliated an elderly guest and never even bothered to verify his reservation,” Marcus corrected her, his tone devoid of any sympathy. “You failed at the most basic fundamental of your job.”Rosa pointed a trembling finger toward Walter, desperation clawing at her throat. “He didn’t look like someone who belonged here! I was protecting the brand!”Richard’s jaw tightened, anger finally piercing through his panic. “And that, Rosa, is exactly why you’re finished in this industry.”Rosa stared at them, her shock rapidly calcifying into a defensive, desperate anger. “After everything I’ve given this hotel? I have worked here for five years! My father—”Marcus placed a gentle hand on Walter’s shoulder. “None of your years of service give you the right to look down on human beings as if they are dirt beneath your shoes.”Her anger flared hot and bright, a final, futile attempt to assert dominance. “You really think you can just walk in here and take my job? Just like that?”
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