"What is going on, here?" Adele demanded as soon as she made it to the underground entrance.
It was the VIP entrance to access the club and currently one of their customers seemed to be unsatisfied with their services.
The valet already had sweat forming across his forehead. He lost the car under his supervision. How was he going to explain that?
The valet claimed that the customer himself came back to collect his car and was wearing the same clothes but the man in question denied such a thing happened. So how was that possible?
"I'm just coming out from the club and you're feeding me this billshit?" The man was beyond livid, veins bulging from his neck and face.
"Sir, please calm down, we're going to resolve this issue as soon as possible," The manager of the club said, unsettled by Adele's presence already. It would be seen as a shortcoming on his side if he couldn't handle this issue as soon as possible and Adele steps in.
