107. The One Where She Forgives Me

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"I'll be there," I talked into my phone. "Is it my mistake the dry cleaner ruined his clothes? Where is the manager?"

"Just handle it," Jennifer insisted. "Give him an extra stay."

"Then convey to the manager," I said harshly, leaning my back on the elevator's cold wall. "Give the guest anything. Transfer him to the presidential suite for a night, gift a white wine bottle and end this. If he still troubles or threatens, then get him another piece of cloth."

"Yes, Mr. Oberoi," She clipped.

With the ding of the elevator, I walked out to the direction of the apartment and instead of using the key or ringing the bell, I entered the code. "I will come in an hour or so. I can't even stay in college in peace."

"You only wanted to join," she sassed. "Your dad said it wasn't easy. You're complaining about this. Imagine him."

"What's the status of New York?"

"Good. Better than the start. No doubt, your dad was shocked by your performance. I will meet you soon."

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