But the brunette beauty didn't get upset. On the contrary, she leaned in even closer, gazing at him seductively, "Are you a worker here? How about a little drink together tonight?"
Dax Harrison glanced at the woman's attire, covered in luxury brands. She was likely from a wealthy family, and her accent wasn't quite standard. It seemed she had not been in Holland for long. Foreigners were often more open in their interactions, so this kind of approach was hardly a first for him.
Now, as the one in charge, he would still adhere to some of the most basic rules.
"Sorry, miss, I don't have the time," he replied.
