What did Louis do once he got up to the study? Nothing much—he spent the time orchestrating a set of repetitive dreams for Julie.
The core concept of the dreams was obviously tuned to her dark S&M fetish, including but not limited to cheating and infidelity.
After thinking about it, he gave Emma—Mrs. Greenwood—a few improper dreams as well.
Though these weren't lucid dreams and wouldn't stick to their memories, they would ultimately yet subtly change their thought patterns on a subconscious level.
Depending on their willpower, these dark thoughts could either be buried in the depths of their hearts or take root, fester, and overtime… grow to an unstoppable point.
If Louis had to place bets, he determined that while Emma could hold on to her rationality as a married mother of two, Julie would most likely succumb to her desires sooner or later.
It was just a matter of time.
And boy does time fly past.
Nearing the end of high school senior year, there wasn't much stress other than cramping for the final exams.
Other than his life as a high school student with the unbelievably enviable "photographic memory", Louis flet like he was going through multiple lifetimes a day.
In addition, his work as a valet was going just fine.
Although he had his differences with the other two valets when it was time to compete for attention and connections, the "new guy" halo added a layer of mystery, which helped him score with a few drop-dead gorgeous babes.
The money aside, the sex was mind blowing.
Although Louis was committed to the three rules, especially the ones pertaining to privacy, the clients and VIPs didn't hold back the gossip.
Perhaps it was the after effect from dream energy enhancing his spirit body spilling out to improve his physical body, but Louis was getting healthier by the day.
Although it wasn't to the point of becoming an urban myth type of a powerful character in terms of physical fitness—as in becoming a human machine capable of punching through walls—it was evident that Louis was becoming more handsome and fit.
Whoever it was that said mental health reflects on physical fitness, they weren't lying.
After getting involved with those high-class clients for days, some of their behaviors and habits began to brush on Louis.
For example, he began to take better care of his appearance, grooming himself rather decently even when out on casual days.
Perhaps it was some twisted parental instinct or motherly indulgence from the older women—they were taking care of Louis' appearance, the way he carried himself, and what dress codes a young man should follow.
It was that sense of achievement in watching a lame young man transform into a fine gentleman under their joint efforts.
Lord knows how many of their good impressions were psychological hints Louis buried in their subconscious for the recommendations.
Ultimately, two weeks later, Louis got his deserved promotion to become a full-time host.
However, there was never a precedence for a part-time host because the host's schedule was pretty flexible.
J's Den wasn't a night club, but a high-end 24/7 luxury club.
Louis couldn't just quit school, but he managed to convince his teachers that he no longer needed any classroom experience to get prepared for his exams.
Providing his readiness was easy, he just had to go through a few mock exams with the teachers.
Unsurprisingly, he passed them all with flying colors.
The teachers were confused—if he had such good skills at studying, why did he muddle along through classes all these years?
It was worth mentioning that his relationship with the homeroom teacher and class advisor, Laura Watson, slowly warmed up.
She realized that just as Louis had said, he didn't make things difficult for her.
They never met or were left alone in a closed space. Even if they were to talk in an office or a room, he would deliberately leave the door open just so that she could relax.
It took some time, but Louis finally got the green light from the school to skip the next few weeks before the finals.
It may have been Louis' imagination, but he thought that some VIPs from J's Den put in a few good words in their circle to hasten up the process.
Whatever it was, Louis was acutely aware of how peculiar the gazes he received from the school's board of directors were that day.
…
"You're ready to start your first day as a host?" Asked the same man who arranged for Louis as a valet on the first day.
Boss J's direct subordinate.
At the very least, he was one of the many minions outside the circle of employees.
Looking into the vertical full body mirror in the dressing room, Louis inspected his tight gray suit, black tie, and classic bluetooth earpiece in his left ear.
He looked more like an agent that a bar host.
Louis smiled and said, "I'm ready. I was born ready."
The job of a host was simple, straightforward, but just as complicated.
A host comes into contact with tens and even hundreds of different faces, all with different personalities, different kinks, different positives and different negatives.
It was an array of social webs, where you can't afford to hurt this person's ego or that person's pride.
A host can't have any favorite patron, but the opposite is true.
Here comes the problem, when a host is popular and the patrons can't come to a conclusion with one another, the host often suffers.
As the saying goes, it's impossible to satisfy everyone equally.
On some levels, the job of a valet is much easier since all you had to do was nod your head and be obedient.
But a host is the face of the club, and a host needed to know when to act bold and when to retreat—especially the popular ones.
And was Louis popular?
"I like the confidence," the man spoke flatly, the expression in his eyes hidden behind a pair of black shades. "I hope you don't fuck things up. Promotions don't come by easily, but it's pretty damn easy to fall."
Louis smiled faintly, repeating in a low murmur, "Yeah, it's pretty damn easy to fall."
As for what meaning was in Louis' words, only he knew.