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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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Marcus turned his gaze back to Charles. “Charles. You sit on the advisory board. You helped write the operational manual my managers are supposed to follow. Tell me, is this what you taught her? Did you teach your daughter that wealth is the only currency of respect?”“No,” Charles whispered, a tear escaping his eye. He looked at Rosa, his expression hardening into a mask of shame. “No, Mr. Chairman. I taught her how to serve. The world taught her the rest. And I failed to correct it.”Marcus nodded slowly. “Then you know what must happen.”“Yes,” Charles said, his voice defeated. He turned to his daughter. “Rosa. Give Richard your keycard. You are no longer employed here.”“Dad!” Rosa shrieked, the sound echoing off the hotel facade. “Dad, you can't let him do this! You have power! Defend me!”Charles looked at her with tragic finality. “I have no power here, Rosa. And even if I did, I would not use it to defend what you did today. You disgraced the uniform. You disgraced this house. And you disgraced me.”Marcus looked at Richard. “Richard. Have security escort Ms. Whitmore to her locker to collect her personal effects. Then, see her off the premises.”The irony was absolute. It was the exact same order Rosa had given earlier.The security guard, Thomas, who had been lingering nearby, stepped forward. He did not look uncomfortable anymore. “Ms. Whitmore,” Thomas said firmly. “Please come with me.”Rosa’s hands trembled violently as she dropped her master keycard. It hit the pavement with a clatter. Stripped of her pride and her father's protection, she turned and walked toward the staff entrance, Thomas following closely behind.As she disappeared, Charles took a shuddering breath. “Mr. Chairman... I will submit my resignation from the advisory board immediately.”“No, Charles,” Marcus said quietly.Charles blinked. “Sir?”“You aren't resigning. You are going to help me fix this. Tomorrow morning, you and Richard are going to draft a new training protocol for every single employee globally. The core principle will be simple: Respect is absolute. If a guest walks in with pennies in their pocket, they are treated with the exact same courtesy as a man with a platinum card. Understood?”Charles swallowed hard, a flicker of profound gratitude cutting through his shame. “I understand, Mr. Chairman. It will be done.”Marcus nodded. He turned to Richard. “My father is tired. Are his accommodations ready?”“Yes, Mr. Chairman! The Presidential Penthouse has been prepared. I will take you up myself.”The Presidential Penthouse spanned the entire top floor, featuring floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the glittering city. Walter set his battered brown bag on the edge of the sprawling king bed. He walked over to the massive window, looking down at the tiny cars and people below.Marcus dismissed Richard and loosened his silk tie, the oppressive corporate atmosphere finally vanishing. He was just a son again.“I'm sorry, Dad,” Marcus said softly, standing beside his father. “I should have had someone waiting for you. I knew what these places could be like.”
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