"What are you doing in my suite with all these people, Elsa?" I went straight to the point, folding my arms in front of my chest.
It was a bit chilly outside, made even more obvious because I wore only a towel.
Anyway, she rolled her eyes, shrugging. "Isn't it obvious? Your suite is soon about to become MY suite. I'm here to make it meet up to my taste and style since your style is... Well, nonexistent."
She chuckled at the end, walking past me and back into the suite. "Robert! I want a mini bar built into that area behind you. And then, the lighting in the entire suite is awful. We'll have to do something about that..."
She continued barking orders at them, completely ignoring my existence.
I stood there, speechless and not knowing what to do. What could someone possibly do in such a situation?
