With her fingers clenched, she felt determined. Not knowing anyone there, she cleared her throat and smiled at the staff. Her attitude remained indifferent, and she said, "I'll take the room I booked online."
"Huh?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to see your service attitude and if you were patient with customers." She admired her own calmness and took out her bank card, rudely tapping on the desk, "Quickly help me check in, I just got off the plane, I'm very tired."
Irish stayed in the economy room, which she had booked earlier that morning.
Although there was no view of the mountains around her, nor the presidential suite's lavish size and courteous private housekeeper, it was still beautiful. The room was covered with snow-white carpets, and the big bed was more than enough.
The clerk put her luggage in the room, and she tipped him, closed the door, and went straight to the window, drawing back the white curtains and looking at the bustling city below.
