Ashiya
The chauffeur’s jaw dropped. “C-Come again, ma’am?”
“I said I want to be where Donald Eikermann is.” Zorelle’s tone has a hint of annoyance this time. When the chauffeur didn’t react right away, she flicked her hand. “Never mind. Let me do the talking.”
The driver tried to utter a protest, “But…”
Zorelle cut him off and grabbed the phone. The driver couldn’t do anything about it. “Hi. This is Zorelle Batista. I booked a Grand Atlantis Suite. I heard you will transfer us to another hotel, probably a more inferior one?” Her voice was sweet but had a hint of poison. “Hmmm… I want you to get me to the hotel where your guest Donald Eikermann will be staying.” She was still smiling as she listened to the one on the other line but her face became sinister as time passed by. “What do yo
