"Who are you?" Jack asked, feeling extremely weak.
Jack vividly recalls that last night, after round six, he passed out. It took about four hours of lovemaking to exhaust him to the point where he fell asleep.
"Sir, we found you on the top floor, lying around, possibly drunk. You're one of our guests, so we're taking you into your room." The staff member who spoke this time was not the one who spoke earlier.
" Ah! You found me on the floor? You don't mean in a lobby?" Jack was confused.
"Yes, we found you in the lobby on the top floor.It seemed you passed out after getting drunk," the staff explained, then they opened the door or Jack's suite.
Jack calmly entered his suite, then searched for his wallet to tip these two boys; fortunately, he found his wallet in his pocket.
Jack gave them 500€; they were so grateful that they almost burst into tears. Jack looked at the clock; it was 7 in the morning.
"You two, can you please wake me up when it's 12 p.m.? I'm so tired that I might not be able to hear the alarm." Jack requested them to come and wake him up, as they were so grateful that they agreed on the spot.
Locking the door of his suite, Jack went to bed and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
Jack woke up from his sleep when he heard the frantic ringing of his suite's calling bell.
Jack lazily woke up from his slumber. When he opened the door, he saw it was the two guys who had brought him in the morning.
Nodding his head, Jack closed the door politely. Jack glanced at himself; he was still wearing his shirt from yesterday and his pants, but he couldn't feel his Calvin Klein underwear beneath.
There was no sign of his suit. Jack gritted his teeth in anger at that slutty woman; he wanted to slap her hard, but calming down, he remembered he has an appointment at two.
Jack called the reception, ordered a large amount of food, mostly beef and cola, and then proceeded to take a bath.
After taking the bath, Jack searched for his phone, and fortunately it was also there in his pants pocket.
After placing all his dirty clothes in the laundry basket, Jack donned his Black Balmain biker jeans, a Saint Laurent teddy jacket, and a cotton Red Givenchy T shirt for comfort and to complement his car.
Wearing his watch on his wrist, Jack waited for his breakfast, then scrolled his Instagram.
He has now an astonishing 70K followers on Instagram. Jack was a little confused; he actually looked good, yeah, whatever, but it doesn't mean he'll just get this many followers; there's something up.
Jack then checked on the comments on his photos and realized what happened.
' Yo! Joshua You're getting younger and younger day by day. Next race when? '
'Man, I miss you on the track.'
' Yo! Never expected you of all people to buy a Porsche.'
Jack realized the name on his Instagram was the problem, and his face looked almost exactly like his father, and his Instagram name is °j.williams°, so most people think it's the world-class F1 driver Joshua.
Jack's eyes moistened slightly; even though his father didn't leave him with wealth, his name still leaves an impression on people.
'What an irony; one of the best drivers in the world died in a car crash,' Jack thought, then he edited his bio.
'I am not Joshua; I look like him because he's my father.'
Jack thought it would be disrespectful to his father and the loyal fans who still searched for him.
Jack closed the Instagram app and looked at his wallpaper. Looking at his smiling father and mother, Jack smiled.
As Jack was staring at the screen, the calling bell rang. Jack opened the door and saw the food cart. Nodding his head, Jack let the waitress enter the food cart.
After the waitress left, Jack sat down and ate; he was famished from last night's heavy performance.
After eating and combing his hair and wearing his Clive Christian No. 1 perfume, Jack left for the embassy.
Taking a lift down, Jack directly went towards the reception and told them to bring his car, then went towards the entrance.
As Jack was waiting for his car to arrive, a BMW X7 M60i stopped in front of him; it was white in color.
The back seat window rolled down. Jack saw the woman from last night, whose name he still didn't know, but he knew that she had a tight body.
"Boy, nice perfume, wanna ride?" The woman rolling down her window smelled Jack's perfume first, then asked if he needed a ride.
"Neh, I don't need any free rides." Jack looked directly into the woman's eyes as he spoke.
"Suit yourself." Rolling her window back, the white BMW left.
Then Jack's black Cayenne Turbo GT entered the waiting area; Valet came down and held the gate for Jack to enter.
Jack could still see the white car, so he decided to chase it down and use his driving skills to scare the smug women a little.
Entering the car Jack pulled out his wallet as the valet had already closed the door after Jack entered the car.
Pulling out a 100€ bill, Jack gave it to the valet, then accelerated his car.
With a 4.0L twin turbo engine and 640 horse power, Jack quickly catched the white BMW, overtaking it quite easily, then zig-zaged in front of it, then slowly came back to the level of the white BMW.
Given that both cars were SUVs and the window level was nearly identical, Jack retreated slightly as he aligned the driving seat window of his car with the rear window of the BMW.
Jack just pressed a button, and his window rolled down. The woman also rolled her window down at the same time. It looked dramatic.
"Boy, what do you want?" Observing Jack driving the Cayenne Turbo GT, she was slightly taken aback by the fact that his car was more expensive than hers.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you that, next time, buy better condoms." Jack smiled cheekily, then rolled back his windows. He speeded up the Cayenne Turbo GT, one of the fastest SUVs in the world. Although White BMW tried to chase it, it could only see its silhouette on the road.
Jack felt a little relief. After venting a bit, he glanced at the clock and saw that it was 01.20 p.m. He then set the navigation map to the Australian Embassy location.
It took around 20 minutes to arrive at the embassy; the whole area around the embassy was quiet. Jack switched to his electric mode due to the excessive noise his Turbo engine was producing.
There were numerous guards stationed in front of the Embassy. Jack paused in front of a security checkpoint.
Rolling down the window, Jack showed his Australian passport first; as an Australian citizen, he has every right to enter the Australian embassy.
Once they saw his passport, they questioned him in English.
"What is your purpose for visiting the embassy?" One of the green-clothed guards questioned Jack.
"We'll; I've been called by the ambassador himself. My name is Jack, and I've got an appointment at 2." Jack was straightforward; if they refuse to let him in, he will simply drive away, showing no concern.
"Alright, let me check." The guard smiled and then looked at the computer.
"Well, Jack, was it? The guard looked back at Jack and said, "There's no Jack on the list."
"Well, my last name is Williams," Jack told them about his last name to check.
"J. Williams, Yes, there is. Okay, Sonny, turn left and you'll see a parking lot with plenty of open spots. Park there, then go inside." The guard glanced at the computer screen, noticing that Jack's face appeared as soon as he typed 'william,' with a red star next to his profile.
The red star means VIP, and looking at the car, Jack arrived, which looked expensive. With a Porsche logo, the guards gave Jack permission to enter hastily.
Jack drove his car as soon as the Bollard went down.
Parking his car in an open spot, Jack proceeded inside, entering the Embassy. Jack looked around, noticing that the embassy didn't have the typical European style; instead, it had an Australian vibe, which evoked a sense of nostalgia.
Coming to the reception Jack, clutching his car keys, glanced at the attractive receptionist.
"Jack?" The receptionist first talked and called Jack's name with such familiarity that Jack was bewildered.
"You know me?" Jack asked.
"Yes, I mean no. The ambassador has been talking about you nonstop for the past few days, so I recognized you," she said innocently, pushing up her glasses with one finger.
The receptionist was wearing a green dress, and with her hair tied up in a bun, she looked like a mythical elf.
Jack stared at her for a long time before smiling and asking, "So what's your name?"
"My name is Helen, Helen Smith, and you're Jack Williams, hehe," she smiled more innocently. As she smiled, Jack saw her teeth had braces.
Her innocence caught Jack off guard. 'Is she pretending? Jack thought.
"Mr. Williams," a big hand tapped on Jack's shoulder. Jack looked back.
Jack saw a man who was taller than him; he stood at six feet, 1 inch tall, while the man he faced was nearly seven feet tall.
"You are?" Jack asked confusedly.
"I am the ambassador, Mario Butlicker" the tall man introduced himself.
"B...Buttlicker?"