Vanessa
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After Daniel left, I got to work with all my usual tenacity. I was very afraid of disappointing him. Although most likely his salary was not bad, since he was the manager of the hotel, I still did not want to ask him for money for my personal expenses, or to ask my parents for financial help, since my family taught me to pay for everything myself. And Daniel never asked about my parents, so I did not want to tell him that my father had his own juice factory and was far from poor. I realized that the same story as with Arthur and his pursuit of my inheritance could repeat itself.
It seemed like everything was going well, and I was even doing pretty well, but the sidelong glances of other employees sometimes confused me. I understood that the unapproachable Mr. Bergmann had r
