"Here is something. Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while. I hope you enjoy. PLMSY may end in the next chapter or two. I am not sure about the ending. That's why it's taking so long. I can probably expand it into 50 chapters. But I want to write the other story I have in mind. Thank you for reading!"
He got off the taxi, holding his suitcase in his left hand. The driver took his baggage out of the trunk.
"Shall I help you with your luggage, sir?"
"No, need. Thank you."
"Have a good evening."
"You too."
The passenger nodded, and the taxi driver got back in his car and left.
The man. Tall, with broad shoulders, wore a light-grey suit. Underneath it, a white shirt with a grey tie covered his muscular body. A matching pair of pants and shiny grey shoes. His hair was waxed. He started walking towards the hotel. A five-star hotel named Pegasus. It was around 50 stores high. The concierge opened the door for him. The man gave him a few dollars and entered the hotel. He went to the reception.
"How may I help you, sir?" the seemingly young receptionist asked.
"I have a reservation under the name Erwin Caldwell."
"Give me a moment..." she checked on the computer for a moment before saying. "There it is. Here are your keys, sir. You're on floor 21, room 2107." she said, handing him the keys. "If you need help with anything, sir, don't hesitate to ask me." she smiled at them end.
"Thank you, miss. I appreciate it."
He took the key and went towards the elevator. He heard the other receptionist scold the visibly younger one that had attended to him, but pretended not to hear them.
"Where are we going, sir?" the liftman said.
"Floor 21 please."
When they got there, the man gave the concierge a few dollars. He went to his room, entered, and looked around to see where everything was. The bathroom was a few meters after you enter to the right. Then after it again, to the right was a bed. The bed was made. Everything was white. The three pillows, and the bedsheets and the towels that were on the bed. A wooden cabinet was in front of the bed, one door was open in it, there were different snacks, drinks and alcohol. He was the owner of the company, owning 51% of the shares and had to interview a new person suited for managing the new department that was about to be found. The position was one for a manager of the finance department. The arranged meeting for tomorrow night at 8 P.M., which meant he had quite some time to waste before that. It was 6 P.M. now. He took out his charger and plugged his phone, then took a shower from the long flight. After that, he changed into another suit. The suit was almost exactly like the previous. Except for the color, it was dark-blue. He didn't like the crowds or noisy parties. He preferred to relax in a more classy way. A glass of whiskey and some jazz & blues. He was scrolling through YouTube and was just about to pick a song when his phone rang. It was an old friend of his. Well, friend wasn't the right word, but they knew each other. He answered and heard a loud yell from the phone.
"Hey, Erwin. Long time no see. I heard you're in town. Wanna meet up for a drink and catch up?"
"Hey, Matt. Yeah, it's been a while. Sure, I have some spare time."
Matt wasn't the most reliable person. And he sure wasn't one you can count on. But they knew each other for quite some time. They met during highschool around 11th grade. Which meant around 17 years.
"So, where do you want to meet?"
"Where are you staying?" Matt asked.
"At the Pegasus hotel."
"Nice, nice. Well, how about we meet at Oliver's pub? It's around five blocks away. You should be able to find it on Google Maps."
"Alright. When?"
"Does 8 P.M. work for you? I can be there in an hour, or so-so."
"8 P.M. sounds good. I'll meet you there then."
"See you."
Erwin laid down for a bit, reading through the documents of the potential candidate for the finance team manager's position. Sadly, there was no picture of the person. His assistant seemed to have given him the wrong document that did not include it. But, judging from the name "Fay Gillian" he assumed she had to be woman. She was 33 years old. Hair color brown, eye color brown, height 161 cm. Hobbies: reading. "Was that the only hobby she had?" Erwin thought to himself. He continued to read the document. "Graduated, Oxford, has a Master's degree in financial management. Pretty impressive." But what kind of person was she? That's what mattered the most to him. Was she ready for work? Did she know how to deal with working under pressure? His firm was manufacturing both cars and computers. But he wanted to expand it further. Perhaps invest in developing medical equipment. But before that, he needed a good financial advisor. His previous one had to quit because of family problems. She moved across country and didn't seem all that motivated about her job. Perhaps it was for the best. He then e-mailed his assistant about the missing picture, but she did not respond. Well, perhaps he could try tomorrow. It wasn't her fault. It was his. He always took care of the people working for him. So, he told every employee that was hired to watch their time. Work at 200% while at work, but once you've done your shift, go home and relax. Of course, that did not apply to him. Surprisingly, his company did well even with this strange rule. He then prepared to go out. Took his phone, wallet, did his hair, and put on some perfume. He had already shaved before getting on the plane and coming to the hotel. He looked rather handsome. At 7:30 P.M. He went out and slowly made his way to the agreed place. By 7:50, he had found it and was waiting outside. After waiting for about 5 minutes, he wrote a text to Matt that he will wait for him inside the bar. A small staircase lead underground to the entrance of the pub. The inside of the bar was mostly of polished wood. Everything looked new. The bar was clean. There were small round tables for up to four people at the center. The left and right side had long cushioned benches almost through the entire wall. And past them there were 3 stairs that led to a bar. Where a waiter was polishing a glass. Erwin went to the bar and sat on one of the high dark-wood stools.
"What will it be, sir?" the bartender, a man around his mid-fifties, with slightly gray hair, asked while putting down the small glass he was polishing.
"A small whiskey. Thank you."
He looked at the many bottles of whiskey behind the bartender and considered which one to drink.
"I'll take a large 12-year-old Knob Creek."
"Coming right up, sir."
The bartender poured him the whiskey, put a white cloth on the bar and then put the glass on it before pushing it closer to his customer.
"Your drink, sir. Enjoy."
"Thank you."
He took a sip of the whiskey. It was quite good. He enjoyed the taste, letting it linger in his mouth a bit more before swallowing. He was enjoying his drink in peace while listening to the music. Perhaps this was better than listening to his friend complain about stuff as he did most of the time. Both he and the bartender were quiet. They enjoyed the soft jazz music. No one said a word. He finished his whiskey. But, before he could request a second, the barman presented him with another large glass of the same whiskey, then said.
"This one is on the house."
"Please, I couldn't."
"I insist. Also, every customer's first drink is on the house. It's a 15-year-old tradition."
"I understand. Thank you."
After that. A silence fell into the room. Erwin enjoyed drinking the whiskey, slowly. And the bartender polished glasses while staying near his customer in case he wanted something else. Five minutes passed, and it seemed like Matt wasn't coming. Erwin liked the atmosphere that the bar had. Matt may be unreliable, but he sure knew how to pick places.
Suddenly, the door opened and through it, a woman with blue eyes and brown hair entered. She wore black short dress that ended a little before her knees, and black open toe stiletto high heels with ankle strap. Her lips were black, as were her eyelashes. Her nails and toenails were painted black as well. She strolled through the bar. Each of her movements was slow and provocative. Playful yet demanding. It was as though she was teasing everyone, but she also showed that they were out of her league. That not everyone could have her. Or handle her. She got to the bar and sat two chairs away from Erwin.
"A dry martini, please."
"Coming right up, miss."
The barman started preparing her drink. Put another white cloth on the bar and then the drink on it and slid it slowly to the woman. The elegant woman took her purse to pay him, but the bartender refused. Saying the same thing he said to Erwin.
