The valets frowned at the approaching Lincoln.
Compared to the latest releases of Maserati, Porsche, Voltron and many other cars that made the parking lot look like a garage sale, the older Lincoln was like a wheelbarrow.
One of them was almost at Adrian's door even before he fully got out of the car.
“Hey, you are not allowed to park here,” he snapped.
“This is Vallaris Hall, no?” Adrian asked calmly even though the sign blazed golden for all to see.
“Yes, it is, but that car does not belong here! If you are a delivery man playing dress up, I suggest you carry that junk down the street and walk back!”
“Wrong. I am a guest here. Probably the most important guest here today. So, be a dear boy and have my car properly parked, okay?”
Adrian grabbed the valet’s hand and slapped the key
