Chapter 6 New General Manager

At JK hotel, all the executives anxiously awaited their new manager.

"I heard the new general manager is a young woman."

"A young woman? How old could she be? "

"I'm guessing maybe in her earlier twenties or mid."

"Seriously? They sent someone like that to turn the hotel around when all the past managers have failed."

"I heard she's Mr King's daughter."

"Oh, they're sending us a spoilt brat."

"Isn't she the daughter from one of his numerous wives who isn't valued."

"So he sent her here to clean up this mess, what exactly is he playing at? "

"She's here! The new boss is here! "

A sports car came to a step at the entrance of the hotel followed by several Maybachs, creating a grand scene.

When the employees saw the customized plate number which read "KING"

They didn't dare to gossip anymore.

Two men hurried over and opened the door of car, red high-heeled shooed caught their eyes first.

Then, a woman with a beautiful figure and long, flowing hair walked out of the car.

She was stunning, her expression was bold.

No one dared to look at her, directly.

Her beauty was out of this world.

"Hello, everything, I'm Leah King. I'm your new General manager. I'm sure some of you must be disappointed because you feel a woman should be weak."

The people who had said that he and terrified.

Just moments ago, Leah had hacked into the hotel surveillance while she was in the car.

That was how she heard what was being said about her.

"How dare they said that? You're the King's family only and most precious daughter. Are you they out of their minds? "Leah's secretary, Josh was furious.

"Josh, it's okay."

"Leah, do not ever allow anyone look down on you." Jason said to her, sternly.

Soon, the executives and employees surrounded Jason, Josh and Leah.

One of the executives led them to the VIP elevator but Leah let out.

"I want to take a look at the restaurant first."

She didn't beat around the bush and her first objective was to observe this hotel.

The executive, Mark bright them to the restaurant.

Jason remained silent as if he was invisible and allowed Leah to do whatever she wanted.

It wasn't lunchtime, so there weren't any customers, but a few waiters were already putting out the food.

Leah glanced at the dishes and suddenly stopped before the seafood area.

Leah raised her hand and rolled up her sleeve, fearlessly reaching into the glass fish tank. With light and precise movements, she retrieved one of the deceased shrimp from among the hundreds of lively ones.

"Explain," she demanded.

"Ma'am, it was just an accident. I'm sorry," Mark stuttered.

Leah frowned and tilted her head, looking at Mark's response. "Sorry? So, can I break your arm and then apologize to you? Would you accept that?" Her words startled Mark for a few seconds, and everyone present was equally shocked by her question. No one had expected such a young and inexperienced girl to be so assertive.

Mark's eyes darted around as he quickly continued to defend himself, "Ma'am, this level of loss is common in the catering industry. You haven't worked in catering, so you wouldn't understand."

Leah seemed to have been waiting for this excuse. She smiled and threw the dead lobster at his feet, then leaned against the fish tank and announced, "Alright then. There are still 432 shrimps here. If I pick up another dead one, you'll be my lunch replacement. Dare to accept?"

"I..." Mark was too frightened to speak now. Their ingredients were often complained about for not being fresh, but seafood products were too expensive to afford, so they had to turn a blind eye to these dead seafood.

Seeing that they all became obedient, Leah took the handkerchief Jason handed her and wiped her hands gently. Her gaze passed over everyone present, leaving them all feeling uneasy.

Then she spoke again, "I know exactly what you're thinking. I can tell with just one look that the mortality rate here has reached 10%, but for customers, it's 100%. As a seafood restaurant, freshness of ingredients is the most basic requirement. If I see another dead shrimp tomorrow, you can expect to be served on the table yourselves!"

Leah had a photographic memory and was particularly sensitive to any events related to numbers.

After saying this, she didn't give them any chance to explain. She turned and walked towards the elevator, commanding, "Go to the suites."

The crowd behind her followed suit, not daring to delay for another second.