She hurriedly put it on. The uniform was a little tight, but she was running late. She planned to change into her spare uniform later when she had time.
She went downstairs, got into a cab and headed to the hotel. She combed her hair and put on makeup in the cab. By the time she arrived at the hotel, David was waiting for her at the lobby.
"I'll say it again. Samson Hunt is an important guest of our big boss. If you were to offend him, you would no longer be able to survive in this industry. From now onward, please be available 24 hours a day," David reminded her.
"Alright."
"Also, Mr. Hunt had some alcohol. I've already asked Sally to send some honey water over. Please be ready for unexpected circumstances."
"Okay." Fiona rushed into the elevator. When she arrived at room 1908, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
There was no response. She opened the door with her room card and saw that Samson was working in front of his desk.
She went in gingerly and nodded respectfully.
"Mr. Hunt." Samson glanced at her, and his gaze was sharp.
"Is this how you do your job?"
"I thought that you might not want to see me, so l asked my colleague to help take care of you," Fiona explained.
Samson sneered. "Are you saying that it's my problem?"
"Of course it's my fault. I didn't discuss it with you beforehand and committed a mistake. I'll be more careful next time and make sure that nothing like this happens again."
"There's no next time." Samson grabbed his cell phone.
Fiona was worried that he was calling the big boss, so she grabbed his hand anxiously.
She used so much force that the button on her chest burst open.
Samson immediately saw her prominent cleavage, and he turned his face away.
Fragments of memories from that night five years ago flashed past his mind, and he felt warm all over.
He shoved her hand away in agitation.
Fiona moaned in pain.
Samson realized that he might have accidentally hit Fiona, so he turned to glance at her.
Fiona felt a pain in her nose, and blood was dripping out of her nostrils onto her white shirt.
A hint of worry flashed past Samson's eyes. He pinched Fiona's nose and chastised her,
"Are you an idiot? Don't you know how to dodge my hand?"
"It's not like I could do so. You were moving so quickly."
"You sure talk a lot. It's your problem for having such a slow reaction time. Pinch your nose. It'll stop the bleeding. Go to the sofa and sit down first," Samson said in a low voice and removed his hand from her nose.
Fiona could sense that her nose was bleeding again, so she quickly pinched her nose and leaned on the sofa.
Samson took out a cold compress from the refrigerator and placed it under her nose. There was a serious expression on his face.
Fiona studied his expression. He seemed to be less angry. She immediately took the opportunity to plead.
"Samson, we're actually university mates. Do you remember?"
Samson's gaze was profound as he looked at him.
"What are you trying to say?"
Fiona flashed a bright smile and said amicably, "Please give me another chance. I won't repeat this mistake again. I'II discuss everything with you and do whatever you like. I'll also work diligently. Even though you're unhappy now, I'll make sure that you have a happy stay here." Samson frowned.
"Since when am I unhappy?"
In Fiona's opinion, he was unhappy every single second of the day.
"In the past, haha." Samson locked his gaze on her smiling face. She was lively and cute, just like how a lovely girl should be, the same with how she had acted when she relied fully on him five years ago.
His eyes darkened with desire...
The way Samson looked at Fiona made her uncomfortable. She let go of her nose and sniffed.
"It seems that my nose isn't bleeding any more. Your method is very effective."
Samson tossed the cold compress into the trash can, stood up, and turned his back to Fiona "It's getting late. Go and rest."
So, was he letting her off the hook?
Fiona's heart was not at ease. She said ingratiatingly, "If you need me at night, I can also accompany you. I'm available 24/7."
Samson's gaze was profound as he glanced at her.
"Do you treat other guests like this too?
"Of course not, you are special." There was a strange look flashed across Samson's face. He looked away and said coldly, "You're pretty shameless, aren't you? But l don't need your service. You're not my type."
"Eh.." Fiona was a little confused.
Her job was to be available 24 hours of the day. What did that have to do with whether she was his type or not? However, since he had said that, she merely replied,
"Okay."
She wanted to ask him if he was giving him a chance, but decided against it. Judging from his expression, he didn't seem as angry as he was earlier. He probably wouldn't give her big boss a call.
Since things didn't seem to be going badly, she decided to leave it at that.
She turned and returned to her small room. She locked the door and lay on the bed. After a while, she fell asleep.
Samson looked through his emails, but he couldn't register a single word. He thought of the way she looked when she wanted to say something but decided not to just now. She cut a pitiful sight, and she seemed to be in low spirits. Samson was agitated. He looked at the door of the small room and removed his necktie. He looked noble and devilishly charming. He got up, went to the bathroom, and took a cold shower.
He didn't sleep well all night, so he got up early in the morning for a run...
Fiona slept until her alarm clock rang, but it wasn't enough. She yawned and forced herself to perk up.