Until, a knock came from outside the office door.
"Manager Gibson, are you there?" It was the voice of a young hostess, speaking cautiously; you could tell she was new.
Crossley Gibson snapped back to reality, quickly walked over to open the door, and saw a young girl standing outside. The girl was very beautiful, and even though she was wearing makeup, she still seemed inexperienced, at most just over twenty years old.
"What's the matter?" She frowned. Every time she saw young girls coming here to work, it left a bad taste in her heart.
She can't help but think, if these girls came from affluent families, they wouldn't work here. It further strengthened her resolve to send her daughter abroad to study—she wanted Raleigh to receive a good education and have a stable job in the future!
"Manager Alin asked you to go to private room 3208..." The hostess frowned, and from her expression, it seemed something had happened.
