Chapter 4 - The Bow of the Manager
The heavy, suffocating silence was broken by the rapid, frantic sound of footsteps sprinting across the marble floor.
The Hotel Manager, a distinguished 52-year-old man wearing a formal black suit and immaculate white gloves, pushed his way violently through the crowd of stunned billionaires. He was carrying a thick, sealed leather folder tightly against his chest.
Vivienne looked up from the floor, her eyes filling with desperate relief. "Arrest him!" she shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at the rugged man. "Call the police!"
But the hotel manager didn't signal for security. He didn't even look at Vivienne sitting in the puddle of water and broken ceramic.
The manager rushed directly up to the man who had just delivered the slap.
Instead of shouting or restraining him, the manager stopped dead in his tracks. He brought his heels together, lowered his head, and bowed with absolute, profound, and undeniable reverence.
The manager extended the thick leather folder toward the rugged man using both of his white-gloved hands, as if offering a crown to a returning king.
"Welcome back, Mr. Sylvester Stallone," the hotel manager said, his voice trembling slightly with awe and deep respect.
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The collective gasp from the ballroom sucked all the oxygen out of the room.
👉 The name dropped by the manager echoed like a gunshot, and Vivienne realized she had just assaulted a legendary ghost.
