"I didn't mean it like that." Jack replied.
"I know, so anyway, don't tell anyone out of the blue that it's a real watch, like that cab driver," Yana said.
"Why not?"
"Look, if they knew it's real, maybe they'd try to harm you? Look, if a person recognizes the watch as a real piece, then so be it; don't just advertise yourself." Yana gave suggestions to the clueless Jack.
"I understand. So about the boyfriend thingy," Jack was still hung up on the boyfriend topic.
"Yeah, about that. It's just that I think I like you, that's all. I'll see you tomorrow at class.
Jack was left alone in the apartment. Observing the state of his apartment, Jack let out a sigh. Yana promised to help organize him this stuff, but he just had to dig a canal and invite a crocodile.
He scratched his head, unsure of what to do, and decided to discard his old clothes before putting on a Balmain T-shirt, off-white denim jeans, and a pair of black Christian Louboutin Louis Junior Spikes Orlato sneakers. He locked the door and went downstairs.
"Is that you, Jack?"" Jack heard Theresa's voice as he was going downstairs.
Jack lived on the third floor, while Theresa and her mother lived on the second floor.
Jack looked back at her, and she went almost limp.
' why? Why did my Jack cut his hair?' "Now everyone will know how handsome he is." Theresa, whose body was limp, thought this.
Jack rushed to her side and held her in his arm with concern in his face. "Hey, Theresa, are you okay? Ms. Stephanie, are you home?"
"Mother is not at home; I am fine; why did you cut your hair?"" Theresa, who was in Jack's lap, asked weakly.
"Do I look that bad?" Jack asked, thinking, 'I knew I looked bad, but this reaction is giving me chills.' Do I look inhuman or what?'
"No, you don't look awful at all. Hey, your watch. It's a real piece, right?" Theresa, who was clinging to her life in Jack's lap, suddenly accelerated at the sight of the watch on Jack's wrist.
"No, it's a copy," Jack lied; he didn't want any trouble.
"No, it's original; I know when I see one." Theresa exuded confidence; she was not speculating, as her mother had already worn one.
"How do you know?" Jack was perplexed as to why a cab driver couldn't tell if something was real or fake, while the landlady's daughter could.
"My mother has two Rolex watches," Theresa said, rolling her eyes.
" Oh! Can you get up?" Jack said Theresa was still leaning on his body.
" Ah! Yes, yes." Theresa's face got all red, and she went inside her apartment and closed the door.
Jack was perplexed with this tiny landlady's behavior; as he was about to go downstairs, she opened the door again.
"Mother has invited you to dinner tonight," Theresa said as she closed the door once more.
"What a strange little woman!" Jack, shaking his head, went downstairs and walked towards the cab station.
"That's a model, right?"
"How handsome*
"Thank God I've come to Germany from China to see this man."
There were many exclamations around Jack; Jack didn't mind but was embarrassed. Jack was not aware of the effect he has on the opposite sex.
Hailing a cab Jack went inside and sat down.
"Where to?"
"Do & Co Hotel"
"Okay,"
Jack was going towards Do & Co Hotel, a 5-star hotel chain in Munich, very close to TUM.
Jack wanted to live a relaxed life now that he got unlimited money; he doesn't want to go in and hustle as a business owner.
His minimum income of a day was 70K€; can you believe it? Let's say an average person breathes 25–30 times in a minute. And there are 1440 minutes in a day, so even if he breathes 25 times in a minute with his per breath being 2€, he gets about 72K€ in 24hr.
[Balance: 20,000€]
He also noticed that his system and app always show balance when the last digit is 0 (zero).
"We're here, sir, the cab driver parked in front of the Do & Co. hotel.
"Thank you, here, keep the change." Jack just gave the cab driver his only 500€ note in his pocket.
The cab driver was staring at Jack with his mouth agape; is this Mr. Yeast from YouTube?
After coming down from the taxi, Jack went towards a nearby ATM booth, didn't even bother to check which bank it was from, and swiped his card.
* Ting *
Jack withdrew 5000€ from the bank. "As expected, it works in any bank."
Jack has decided to keep 5000€ cash in his black Béarn Wallet; he doesn't know why, but he just wanted to.
With cash in hand, he went inside the hotel. Jack has heard this place has one of the best restaurants in the whole city.
The receptionist, looking at Jack, was awed. Jack, standing at a height of 6 feet and 1 inch, adorned in a black T-shirt, off-white jeans, and an expensive-looking black snickers, exuded an aura of perfection.
His face was as flawless as a diamond, and Jack headed straight to the reception.
Jack went there, and the reception desk was a little taller than he expected, so he leaned against it with both arms on the surface of the desk.
The receptionist was very polite and smiley at first, but when her eyes went to the watch Jack was wearing, her eyes widen, and her flirty tone quickly shifted to a formal tone.
"I want to stay here. What's your best room?"" Jack casually asked.
"Sir, we have many rooms available, but for you, we can provide a penthouse suite," the receptionist said with bright eyes.
" Oh! I'll book it for a week," Jack said casually as if nothing.
"Yes, sir, is there any ID you can provide?" The receptionist asked for an ID, which was common practice in a 5-star hotel.
"Yes, here's my student ID and personal ID." Jack gave her two IDs, one to prove where he studies and the other to prove he was a citizen of Germany.
"Good enough, sir. 1 week of booking will cost you around 10500€, 1500€ each day and night. With a 130-square-meter loft and a 70-square-meter private rooftop and three meals each day, the receptionist very politely calculated the total cost and gave Jack a price.
"Okay, do I get a gym pass too?" Jack handed her his card to swipe.
* Ting *
"Thank you, sir, for your patronage. Yes, you're going to have a free gym pass and pool pass for a week," the receptionist happily said.
"Here is your key, sir; you are on the 8th floor, on the left side; the 8th floor has only 4 penthouses, and your one is 801," the receptionist continued.
"Sir, let me take you to your room," a butler-looking person came and escorted Jack to the lift and his room.
Upon entering the room, Jack was awestruck by its grandeur, floor-to-ceiling windows, and marble-clad space filled with light. As he looked at the furniture, he knew it would be extremely soft, akin to a plush doll.
A king-size bed. Jack has never slept on a bed so big. Jack could also see a pool inside. As he made his way to the balcony, he was taken aback. It wasn't just a balcony; you could play football there; it was huge, and it offered a view of the entire city.
"Sir, I hope you're satisfied with the suite," the butler who accompanied Jack said in a polite tone.
"Ah! "Yes, its very good here. Take it." Jack wanted to tip the butler-looking guy with a 500€ note.
"It's not necessary, sir."
"Keep it; just help me out when I come by next time; I'll be bringing a lot of books." Jack pushed the note in the butler's hand. He cannot just put money back in his pocket.
"Yes, Sir, Just say Simeon at the counter; I will be available for you any time." Simeon said his voice sounded very grateful.
"I'll leave you to it, sir. I'll go downstairs. Sir, you do look like a minor, so bring an ID to order alcohol or just use the phone in the room," Simeon said and left the room.
Now alone, Jack checked out the free super-speed Wi-Fi, a complimentary service provided by the hotel to its VIP penthouse guests.
"Nice speed, let's take a few photos." Jack, while checking the speed, took some photos of him in the hotel.
Then he opened an Instagram account and posted a picture of him. It was a mirror selfie, and then he sent a follow request to a suggested account on his Instagram, which was Emma and Yana, both of whom have locked accounts.
Yana immediately accepted his follow request, followed him, and commented on his photo, titled 'Prince Charming.'
Upon receiving the comment, Jack blushed and welcomed a new follower. It was a lady in a black suit; Jack didn't recognize her, but still a follower was a follower.
Jack noticed a message in his account, and upon checking it out, he discovered it was from Yana. 'Hey Jack, welcome to Instagram; it's Do & Co. penthouse, right?'
"She knows her stuff."
Jack replied, 'Yes, my apartment was too crowded, so I had to. I'll see you tomorrow.'
' Okay, enjoy your stay.'