*****CHEATING GIRLFRIEND 2***
Three minutes passed, and the manager made his way towards the group, his face reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. "What's going on here?" he inquired with a furrowed brow. Turning to Duke, he addressed him with respect, "Mr. Simmons, can you please enlighten me about the situation?"
"Mr. Cutis," Duke began, his tone composed and unwavering, "I believe this individual here is an employee of the hotel." The manager nodded in acknowledgment. Duke continued, "May I inquire about the nature of his actions?"
Duke answered solemnly, "He has been harassing my fiancée and leveling baseless accusations against her, Mr. Cutis."
Furious with anger, the manager's voice took on a stern tone as he directed his words at Carl. "Do you have any idea who this gentleman is? How dare you even cast a glance in his direction?" he scolded.
Carl attempted to explain, his voice quivering with emotion, "Sir, the lady with him is my girlfriend, and I caught her cheating.
The manager's voice grew stern as he silenced Carl, saying, "Enough, Mr. Adams." Then, he directed his question to Carl, "If you were fully capable of taking care of her, would this situation even occur?"
Turning to Gina, the manager expressed his regret. "I apologize sincerely, Mrs. Simmons," he said, "I will ensure that Mr. Adams leaves the premises immediately to prevent any further disruption.
With a surge of emotion, Duke' said sternly. Fire him without delay. I can't bear the sight of him any longer.
Tears welled up in Carl's eyes as he pleaded desperately, "Please, I'm on my knees here. I can't afford to lose this job. My sister is in the hospital, fighting for her life. If I lose this income, she might not survive."
Resigned to the situation, the manager reluctantly conceded, "As per Mr. Simmons' request," his voice heavy with regret, "Mr. Adams, I'm sorry, but you are fired. I kindly ask you to leave the premises immediately, or I will have our security escort you out. And, Mr. Adams, please leave your uniform with Kate at the reception. We will arrange for someone to collect it.
As Carl's tears flowed and his pleas fell on deaf ears, he felt as though his entire world had crumbled around him. Desperation gripped him as he begged for a second chance, but it seemed futile.
However, at that very moment, fate took a kind turn. Mr. Carver, the Vice President of the hotel, happened to walk by. Seeing Carl in such a vulnerable state, crying like a child, a surge of compassion welled up within him. He couldn't ignore this scene of distress and decided to intervene.
The vice president, Mr. Carver, inquired with a curious and concerned tone, "What is going on here?"
Mr. Cutis, the manager, respectfully addressed him, saying, "Good day, sir," before proceeding to narrate the sequence of events that had led to Carl's termination.
Turning to Carl, Mr. Carver locked eyes with him and asked directly, "Is this true?" Carl, with watery eyes and a trembling voice, Carl could only manage a tearful "Yes."
After taking a moment to consider the situation, Mr. Carver addressed Carl with a somber tone. "Carl," "I may not be able to influence your job status, given Mr. Simmons' premium client status. It would be unwise to insult him by insisting on your continued employment."
However, his compassion shone through as he continued, "But I can offer some financial assistance for your sister's health. This is the best I can do under these circumstances."
"What hospital is your sister at?" Mr. Carver inquired. Carl replied, "She's at St. Roberta Public Hospital, located in District B of CITY A."
Mr. Carver nodded, then continued, "I will have my assistant meet you at the hotel's exit with a cheque for one million credits. That should cover your sister's medical expenses and support you until you secure another job."
Carl, feeling like he was in a surreal dream, couldn't help but pinch himself just to confirm it was real. "It's only in a dream that someone gives a million credits to a stranger," he thought to himself.
Tears of gratitude welled up in Carl's eyes as he managed to say, "Thank you very much, sir," his voice trembling with a mix of relief and joy.
Mr. Carver simply nodded and turned to head back towards his office, leaving Carl with a renewed sense of hope.
"What a loser," Gina sneered with disdain. "Duke, let's go."They turned their backs on Carl, leaving him behind, and entered their reserved suite.
Meanwhile, Carl gathered his composure and made his way towards the hotel's exit. There, he unexpectedly encountered Mr. Henry, the vice president's assistant.
"Mr. Carver requests that I deliver this to you personally," Mr. Henry explained as he handed over a cheque to Carl, the sum of one million credits boldly written on it.
Standing at the hotel's exit, Carl hailed a taxi. Within moments, a blue-colored taxi pulled up in front of him. With a calm tone, he instructed the driver, "St. Roberta Hospital, please."
As Carl settled into the taxi and watched the Grand Hotel disappear in the rearview mirror, his mind began to wander back in time. His thoughts drifted to where he believed all his troubles had originated—an accident that occurred when he was seven years old, and his sister Cora was just three.
It was a day much like any other, marked as a family vacation to the countryside.