Louis quickly parked the car, took a photo of where he parked it, and returned to the club on one of the available electric scooters.
He told himself to get promoted before winter as going back and forth on a scooter in the rain didn't seem like an enjoyable experience.
"You had a clash with the second valet?" Asked the tall black valet when Louis returned to his post.
Looking around, it seemed like he got himself busy with sending away a guest's car.
Louis shrugged. "VIPs call the shots, our job is to comply—no questions asked. Right?"
The man nodded his head, patting Louis on the shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, "He told me the car's plate number, that's a big client. If you can get in her good books, you have a bright future ahead."
Louis nodded his head silently but didn't comment.
What a joke—it's his first day on the job, they want him to gossip about a VIP client behind their back?
That's a certified death wish.
"Another car is coming up, do you want to get it or should I?" Louis smoothly changed the subject as a black car parked by the entrance.
It was an economic car that wasn't worth much, but he recognized the plate number.
It was a new addition to the VIP register, but it was a VIP nonetheless.
A young man in his late twenties alighted from the car and was seemingly looking for a valet.
The tall man next to Louis shook his head and murmured, "You can have this one."
Louis knew what his colleague was thinking, he didn't want to spend his time driving this car and miss a potential VIP customer.
Shaking his head, Louis stepped out with what he felt like a professional smile and welcomed the man.
"Let me help you with the car, Sir."
The man nodded coldly and passed his keys over. Louis grabbed them and passed his card over, registered on the card was the contact details of the third valet.
Just in case the man didn't have the contact details, Louis decided to hand them over.
Regardless, the VIP could easily reach for a host or a manager for these details, but it would reflect poorly on the valet, hence it was better to take precautionary measures.
The man looked at the car in his hand for a while, levelled his eyes with Louis' clear and deep gaze, then nodded slowly.
"You're good," he commented lightly and passed his card in return. "I like smart people the most."
Louis smiled faintly and kept the card without looking at it directly. The man was a little surprised, but he quickly thought it through and cracked a faint smile.
Patting Louis on the shoulder, he stepped out and entered the club.
Louis got into the driver's seat and carefully brought the car to a nearby parking lot for VIPs, took the necessary photos, and filled the relevant paperwork before submitting it back.
Afterwards, he returned to the club.
Time passed quickly, and Louis didn't have any other chance to serve a VIP client again.
Of course, there was a number of VIPs visiting, but the first and second valet took the cars away and didn't give Louis the opportunity.
Well, it's not like he was in a rush anyway.
He planted dream seed into a few VIPs he encountered that night, gauging their value based on two criteria—the VIP membership duration and the reaction of the two valets.
When the host or the manager came out personally to invite the VIPs in, Louis also took the opportunity to plant seeds.
In one night, he filled up his quota of ten active dream seeds. At most, he only needed to wait for tomorrow morning to see if the system would experience any changes.
Time slipped by.
Other than his first conflict of interest with the blond valet, Louis didn't encounter much trouble on his first day at work.
Soon, he would be clocking out from work.
His work phone revived a call, and after he answered it and said a few words, he hung up.
As expected, that first VIP still remembered him, and his boss asked him to clock out from his shift, change his clothes, and bring back that car.
Of course, this was under the VIPs instructions.
To please the VIP, it wasn't an issue to toss out a valet—J's protection doesn't mean his value was above that of the den's high priority clients.
Louis wasn't too surprised or averse to the idea.
Soon, he changed back into black jeans, a white windbreaker jacket, and a colorful T-shirt. On his wrist was a stolen golden watch gifted by Kaz.
Louis didn't care that it was stolen.
Very quickly, he brought around the red sports car and stopped at the club's entrance.
The first and second valet could barely hide the envy in their eyes, especially the first valet.
His eyes could spit fire at any moment.
Louis checked the connections catalog and realized that his impression in the valet's heart had reached 73%, but it was all malice.
Louis shook his head and waited by the car.
Soon, she walked out, her face a healthy shade of red with hints of intoxication in her eyes.
With one look, even a retard could tell she was either high or drunk.
It must have been fun inside, Louis thought to himself, but he quickly stepped closer and offered his assistance.
The mature woman chuckled and leaned against his chest, her forehead crashing into his ribs as she murmured, "At least tell me you're of legal age… Otherwise, don't waste my time."
Louis quickly understood.
She was asking for his consent in a roundabout manner. If he said he wasn't eighteen or that he was a few months shy of eighteen, she's probably give him a kiss on the cheek, call him a good boy, and get her driver over.
Louis looked down and saw the hint of clarity in her eyes. He smiled faintly, and in response to her inquisitive gaze, he leaned down and murmured, his lips brushing off hers as he answered.
"Just tell me where to drive, there's nothing for you to be worried about, alright?"
The first valet almost popped a vein at the blatant flirting. However, Louis was no longer in his uniform, so he couldn't say anything.
The woman chuckled, bit Louis' bottom lip, and hurried into the passenger seat with a ring of seductive laughter lingering behind.