"Stubborn bastard!" Nicholas swore under his breath, wishing Leonardo was somewhere near him so he could knock some sense into his mule head. While still looking at his phone, he searched through his contacts and called the director in charge of the club's private rooms and lounges.
[Sir...] Nicholas heard the director's voice sound into his ear
[Hey Mike!... These instructions I'm about to give must take effect immediately...]
[Yes sir...]
[Henceforth, anyone that is not a member of the Phoenix club or a platinum cardholder must not be allowed to bring and entertain their guest inside the private lounges or room. I don't care if the room or lounge belongs to their parents or siblings, do you understand me!?]
[Perfectly sir...]
[Good!... I don't have to tell you what will happen if my directive is not carried out to the latter, do I?]
