Packing Up

The moment they broke the handshake, Bayard already had a phone pressed to his ear. "With the deal struck, benefitting both parties, it is now time for me to resume my other duties. 

"But be assured that all things regarding your stay here at Harihol Port will be handled and implemented shortly. Please, excuse me. And enjoy your time here on Harihol."

The port's general manager gave Ayse a full bow as he pivoted to turn around. Seconds later, Bayard was already speed-walking past the neon-vested service crew. 

A strange blend of excitement and regret was being stirred up across Baloo's face. "Ssso… What'sss happening now?" 

"You, Little Bro," Ayse's personality flipped into that of a teasing elder brother, "are about to get everything you want."

"E-everything?!" Drool instantly seeped out of Baloo's half-open fangs. "How many foods do they have here? Are all ports filled with buffets and restaurants!?"