"My bad, I must have lost my way." I gritted.
Economy! Fucking economy. He couldn't even get my business class. Right-hand my... his ass. I hope their drug-detection dogs accidentally pee all over his many-many suitcases. Then we will see who is laughing behind their novel last.
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"They are coloured grey and black, with a Ted Baker logo on each one." Park Daisuke slammed the desk. He reached for his phone, tapped the screen furiously then pointed it at the man behind the desk. "They look like this, with various sizes. Seven of them."
"I'm sorry sir we can't find your suitcases, I have contacted the airport to discern where you might have lost it." The man winced as his response made Park Daisuke slam the table with his phone.
"Like I said bastard, I didn't lose it... I checked it in. If I lost it, I'll say I lost it. Did I say I lost it?" He glared at the man, who was either signalling for security or fanning himself with his hands.
