"Greet our friend and benefactor, he's the one I've been telling you about," Kaz said to his little sister when they reached the parking lot.
Kaz burrowed the truck from his friend, and Louis was the one who did the driving.
At the moment, he was leaning into the truck with his hands in his pocket, smiling at Kaz and his sister.
"This must be Jenna, right?" Louis stepped forward and chuckled.
Jenna hid behind Kaz, peeking with her small head while blinking.
Kaz had an awkward expression as he coughed and said, "Jenna isn't very good with strangers, but please be reassured that she's not the ungrateful type."
Louis didn't mind. As far as Jenna was concerned, her immature mind couldn't measure the extent of help extended by Louis.
"It's fine, you can drop me by J's on the way before you take your sister home. I'l give you guys some space to get familiar with the environment while I get prepared for my first shift."
Kaz could only nod his head helplessly.
Louis suddenly asked, "Did you dye your hair red by the way?"
This question was on his mind for a while because the red hair seemed too natural.
However, Jenna's hair was black.
"Hehe," Kaz smiled smugly. "You can't tell, right? Even if I were to shave, my hair would grow red again! Don't ask me how I did it, it's a secret! I'm thinking about helping Jenna grow blonde or blue hair later."
Jenna shook her head fiercely and opened her mouth to bite Kaz's thigh.
Kaz yelped in surprise, flicking her forehead in frustration. "She's shy about anything unless when it comes to her hair."
Jenna pouted and whispered, "Mom's hair was black too…"
Kaz winced a little, then he chuckled and rubbed her head.
Louis seemed to realize something, but he didn't say anything and went around to get on the driver's seat instead.
He decided not to ask or comment.
Soon, Louis followed Kaz's navigation and arrived at J's Den, which was a large club in the entertainment district, built in the shadows of the grand plaza.
Louis entered from the rear entrance where a low ranking host was waiting to receive him.
This was one of the lose subordinates of Boss J, and he arrived to make things easier for Louis.
This was basically a signal from above that Boss J was looking after the new guy, even if symbolically.
The moment Louis switched into the valet uniform and was prepared to go on a tour with the host, he emphasized three golden rules to Louis.
First rule: Don't look, only listen.
Second rule: Don't ask, only answer.
Third rule: Never refuse a request when offered a reward. Accepting the reward meant consenting to whatever requests that followed.
Other than these three rules, Louis was expected to learn the rest on his own as long as he got to keep his job.
Louis found it to be a pity that he couldn't meet the big boss directly, as it would have been much easier to subtly manipulate them behind the scenes.
After the host arranged for a senior valet who was a tall man of African descent to show him the ropes, Louis spent the afternoon and sunset period driving from J's Den to the nearby parking lots, learned about the VIP parking slots for respected guests, and other work-related stuff.
All in all, evening soon arrived and Louis found himself waiting outside the entrance, dressed in the valet uniform—red jacket, black pants, and white gloves.
There was an optional cap, but Louis refused it because he didn't like wearing hats in general.
Keeping the three rules in mind, Louis almost mechanically welcomed the guests with silent gestures, took their car keys, and responded politely only when spoken to.
After receiving a key from someone, he would hand them his card—a new phone number designated for work. Louis can only use this phone during his shift, and he must return it at the end of the shift for the next valet to use.
As far as the guests were concerned, Louis was Valet-03.
Some of the old and seasoned patrons would call the valets by these prefixes: V1, V2, and V3.
VROOM! VROOM!
A sports car slowly came to a stop.
Louis checked the number plate of the car.
"A VIP guest," Louis murmured to himself, but he didn't step out.
Usually, he should give such a treat to the old hands, namely V1 and V2.
It just so happened that the valet with the #2 tag was around the corner.
He wasn't the African tall guy, but a shorter one with blond hair and smug eyes. He seemed rather proud to be working as a valet.
Louis leaned back and kept his hands crossed behind him, not attempting to compete with the guy.
Sadly, the young woman who got off the car seemed to have something else in mind.
"Oh? Some fresh blood?" Her voice wasn't loud, so the blasting music from inside the club easily overwhelmed it.
However, her attention was already on Louis, and both he and the other valet could read the signs.
Louis sighed, but he stepped up nonetheless and smiled faintly. His eyes were dark and deep, mesmerizing even—a faint ripple seemed so inviting.
Louis blinked his eyes, reminding himself to get some shades later on. His repetitive use of dream energy had its side effects—his mind seemed to gradually get accustomed to drawing people into dreams.
Even without the system's assistance, it was slowly shaping up into a habit of his mind.
Luckily, Fairy was keeping the subconscious activities of his spirit body in check, lest he wasted his accumulated dream energy for nothing.
Nonetheless, the woman felt a tug on her mind for a split second, which caused her to be very curious.
She tossed her keys over and chuckled, touching Louis' chest and checking his tag.
VIPs have the three valet numbers saved in their phones, and they didn't need a card from the valet.
"Your eyes are quite dangerous, new third valet," the woman chuckled. "What time do you get off shift?"
Louis looked down at this mature woman and responded, "I'm new, so I leave in six hours from now."
She checked her wrist watch and nodded to herself. "What a coincidence, I'll be leaving at around the same time. I'll give you a call by then."
Once she finished talking, she patted Louis' face, blew him a kiss, and sashayed her way into J's.
With his current senses, Louis didn't need to check the system to realize that he was currently the target for a wave of malice.
He sighed, shook his head, and got into the sport car's driver seat.