Daniel Bergmann
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Days passed, but neither I nor my father's friend knew the exact location of Vanessa. I was sitting in my office at the hotel when suddenly there was a knock on my door. "Good morning, Mr. Bergman! One of our hotel guests insists on meeting you." said the receptionist.
"Good morning! What is the matter with which he wishes to contact me?" I asked.
"I have tried to find out from him, but he flatly refused to answer and said that it was very personal..." the girl answered.
"Okay, we'll sort this out now. Take him to my office." I ordered.
When a rather young guy entered my office, his look seemed to me insolent and even a little arrogant, but I decided to restrain myself and be as polite as possible, since he was a guest of our hotel.
"Good afternoon! Please intro
