“What’s going on here?” Michelle asked with a confused expression, feeling like she had gone to the wrong venue.
The waiter had left, but a manager walked in. “Miss Banks, please have a seat.”
Michelle stared at the scented candles, the red roses, expensive wine, and the romantic red theme. Everything spoke volumes, and she did not like this language.
“I’m here for a business dinner. Maybe you got it wrong,” her expression was devoid of warmth, but the hotel manager smiled and replied politely.
“Everything is correct, and your business partner will be joining you soon.”
Michelle checked the time, feeling nervous. “He’s not here?”
The expression on the hotel manager’s face was unreadable, covered with a smile.
“Well, he left a few things for you.”
Michelle’s shoulders dropped. She h
