Remember Me, Baby.
Berlyn's Club
When he arrived at the Berlyn’s Club courtyard, a valet immediately greeted and took away Hansel's car, while a man in a black suit immediately greeted him at the entrance.
Hansel looked up. The black-colored building with a deep red complexion was very tall, maybe more than 50 floors, more like an apartment than a bar.
“Member or first time, Mister?” ask the man politely.
“First time,” replied Hansel briefly.
“How about we offer a member card for you? There are many facilities that you can use, one of which is to be able to have your own VIP room so there is no need to mix with other guests.” The man in the suit directed Hansel to walk towards the reception desk.
Hansel raised his eyebrows. Isn't that the same as the other clubs?
As if understanding what Hansel's path of mind was, the man in front of him immediately added, “You deserve to enjoy whatever is in the VIP room, also got facilities in the form of private rooms on the top floor of the club that you can use at any time.”
Oh ... deserved ....
Hansel smiled knot. This offer is quite interesting. He received a brochure handed over by a beautiful girl in a tosca uniform, read it at a glance, then agreed to become a member of Berlyn’s Club. Everything was done very quickly. He did not even mind at all the price of membership cards that almost reached the number of 1 billion per year. He has money and lives alone, just enjoy it. If it runs out, look for it again ....
The man brought his face closer to the retina scan, waiting until the machine made a “bip” sound, then voila, was done. He got a gold card measuring about 3 x 4 centimeters as a member identity card. His membership number is also directly connected to his cell phone. The beautiful girl then explained where her VIP room and private room were concisely.
“Thank you, Mr. Hansel. Hope you are pleased with our service,” said the man in the suit who helped the whole process from start to finish.
“Sama-sama.”
Hansel stuffed the member card into his wallet, pulled out 10 pieces of money and handed them to the man and the receptionist girl.
Without shame or hesitation, the man in the suit received the sheet of money handed to him and bowed ever deeper. He excitedly escorted Hansel to the elevator and told him once again that his room was on the 20th floor, room number 12B.
Hansel nodded at a glance, then walked into the elevator. The iron box looked full. There were at least six people inside. Initially Hansel was indifferent, focusing on the numbers in front of him. However, when one of the women beside him mentioned a familiar name, it was as if there was an antenna in his head that immediately stood upright and looked for a signal.
“You mean Cecille the daughter of the Marquess of Alrico?” asked a flap-haired girl with round eyes, looking at the friend beside her with an expression of disbelief.
“Yes. That's what I heard,” replied his friend confidently, “Natalie said the girl will open a party at the main hall tonight, everyone is invited to come.”
“Basic crazy noble girl.”
“Yeah, I hear now he's babbling.”
“About Andrew Roux.”
“Who else? Only that man can make Cecille go crazy.”
“Basic shameless. Didn't she come to the man's wedding two days ago?”
The two women chuckled and continued to converse, unaware that all their words were heard by the man on their right side.
Hansel clenched his teeth. Real nice. The damned girl was here as well, even opening a party for everyone. Girls are less taught. See how he teaches her a lesson later.
The man snorted and walked out when the elevator stopped on the 20th floor. When he saw a security guard at the elevator door, Hansel approached him and asked him where the main hall was.
“There is on this floor, Sir,” replied the man while pointing to the left aisle, “You just walk straight, there will be a big red door at the end.”
Real nice. No need to look for it ....
After saying his thanks, Hansel galloped towards the passage indicated by the officer. However, not halfway through the journey, the man suddenly stopped. If he were to appear now, would Cecille accuse him of being a stalker? He obviously did not come here intentionally.
Hansel clenched his hands and twisted his body. Perhaps it was better if he now went to his VIP room first, coming out after the party started would not seem too conspicuous. He looked at the pointers in front of the neatly lined doors, then quickly found the number 12B on the right wing. He brought the face closer to the retina scanner, before long the light turned green and the door moved open.
Spacious room with shades of red and black immediately gives the impression of luxury and private. Lights that are not too bright, but also not too dim give the impression of intimate and secret. There is a wooden cabinet and mini bar containing various drinks on the right side, a black leather sofa on the left side with a letter L model, as well as a glass table with a blood red frame.
There was a gray door next to the sofa. Hansel went there and opened it. Apparently it is a toilet and a bathroom that is also equipped with a bathtub. Real good. The price is also exorbitant.
Just wanted to sit on the sofa, heard the sound of “bip-bip” from the door. With a frowning forehead, the man went to the door and opened it. He stared when he found a beautiful young girl standing at his door.
“Who are you?” he asked after recovering from his shock.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Hansel. I am Lanny, your companion today,” replied the girl with a big smile. His round eyes winked very slowly, giving the impression of being cute and seductive.
“I don't need you. “
Hansel wanted to close the door, but the girl's soft voice stopped his movements.
“I am part of your membership facility, Mr.”
“Go.” Hansel slammed the door right in front of the girl's nose.
He walked towards the sofa and threw his butt in annoyance. He was not interested in any girl at the moment. His brain was being filled with plans for the party later .. plans to avenge the damned girl who ruined his mood and went to party. Really ....
Wait for.
Hansel's eyes flashed. Almost like an arrow that slipped from its bow, the man shot back towards the door and opened it wide.
Fortunately, the girl was still standing there.
“Log in,” his orders while gesturing for the girl to follow him.
Lanny smiled brightly and followed Hansel like a puppy meeting his mistress.
“Sit.”
The girl sat obediently. This was his duty, doing whatever the guest ordered without questioning it in the slightest.
“What's your name earlier?”
“Lanny, Mr. Hansel.”
“OK, Lanny. Accompany me to the main hall tonight. You know what to do, right?”
Later tonight? Main hall?
Lanny's eyes are shining. Of course he knows ....
“Understanding, Mr.”
Hansel nodded in satisfaction. Perfect. No need to bother looking for excuses anymore. If he brings a girl, there's no way Cecille thinks he's stalking, ‘ right?
Unknowingly a wide grin appeared on his face, completely already impatiently waiting until nightfall.
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