40 He Is Checking Out

Alice looked up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed and also unable to help but breathe a sigh of relief, with a touch of expectation.

Sure enough, John glanced at Nancy and couldn't help but remember that time, when there was a girl crying in front of him with red eyes and in a sorry state, smiling and saying, "I should apologize, for making you wait, otherwise, this wouldn't have happened."He smiled casually, "Let's go for dinner?"

Mr Johnson replied hurriedly with a brown nose, "Of course," and then said nothing more. Alice felt truly saved. As they walked past the waitress without even a glance back. Alice placed her hand on Nancy's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "What's this all about?

Nancy's makeup had been completely ruined by her tears, and she sniffled, "When I was pouring the tea, he touched my butt and sexually harassed me." and I got panicked…"

Immediately understanding why Nancy was so angry, Alice sighed, "Let's just forget about this incident, and don't cry anymore. It's disgusting to meet such guests..." but she couldn't continue and could only say, "Fortunately, Mr. Williams came at the right time." She called the catering department and instructed them to quickly have the stained coat sent out for cleaning.

The stars were shining brightly, and as Alice returned home, the sound of her high heels was crisp.

Actually, she didn't like wearing high heels. When she started working there, the first thing she did after work was to take off her shoes and check if the blisters on her feet had healed. Later, she finally got used to the high heels but her heart still couldn't change. After all, walking in sneakers was more comfortable. She happened to meet the interns who were also off work and heading back to their dorms, and they greeted her one after another.

Nancy was wrapped in the hotel's coat, with her face almost hidden in the collar of the coat, looking delicate and cute but with slightly pale complexion. Alice couldn't help but comfort her again, "Do you feel a bit better now?"

Nancy nodded and suddenly asked, "Miss Smith, should I thank Mr. Williams?" Her voice was serious, and Alice paused, smiling, "Come on. Thank him now."

John had just come out from the banquet hall and saw her standing by the roadside, smiling and chatting with her companions in low voices. He slightly raised his head and called out, "Mr. Williams."

He had thought that as long as there were others around, she always maintained a very simple professional relationship with him, respectful and without any breach of etiquette. Today's encounter made him very happy, "Oh, you've finished work."

Alice stood in front of Nancy and smiled, "Thank you so much for what you did today."

John noticed the girl behind her and remembered, "It was her who spilled the coffee, right?" There was a hint of a smile in his tone. He clearly understood Alice's expression, but he also thought the guest was not kind.

"Thank you, Mr. Williams." Nancy didn't dare to look at him and said in a low voice.

"It was a client from another city, and I have already arranged for him to stay at another hotel." He casually explained.

Alice didn't say anything, just smiled, "Oh, I see. Mr. Williams, we're leaving." She suddenly felt very tired, and her mindset, just like the calluses on her feet, had long been thickened. But once they hurt, she felt unhappy, and this unhappiness got stronger every time.

When Mrs Taylor came and she thanked Alice again and again.

Alice felt embarrassed and somewhat at a loss, and could only say, "The interns in this batch all performed very well."

Mrs Taylor smiled slightly, "The training classes for the interns are all taught by you, right?"

"Yes, the hotel asked me to give the training." Alice felt uneasy.

"The students all say that you provide excellent hotel services," Mrs Taylor said with a slight joke, "even better than us teachers in the university."

"Miss Smith, our school is just about to lose a teacher who teaches hotel management," Mrs Taylor said earnestly, looking at her, "Do you have any interest in becoming a teacher? I was thinking that you could teach while also furthering your education and improving yourself."

Alice suddenly felt a slight stir of emotions. Harvard University was also her favorite and respected University. If she had not determined to study at Oxford, she would surely have applied for Harvard after senior high school.

And it was quite close to her parents' place. After these three years, Alice forgave and totally understood her parents and family, she wanted to stay with them.

This University was Just 20 minutes drive to her parent's place. Although the traffic was very convenient, she was often too busy with work to see her parents on holidays and often had her parents come to visit her instead. But the most important thing was.

She just felt tired. She just wanted an environment where she didn't have to apologize with a low voice, nor did she have to wear a thick mask, smiling even when she felt extremely upset.

Thinking that Alice might not be interested, Mrs Taylor quickly laughed and said, "It's fine if you don't want to. I was just asking casually. Miss Smith, you're doing such a good job at the hotel…"

Alice curved into a smile, and she said happily, "Really? I'd be happy to."

Just after seeing off Mrs Taylor, it was lunchtime. The staff meals at the hotel were always staggered by time, and today it was her turn to eat early. It was barely 11 o'clock when she entered the cafe. She took the plate to get food and took an empty seat among the crowd.

It was a group of girls from the housekeeping department chatting away. The floor manager said, "Aw, we won't be able to see the handsome guy anymore."

Alice used a tissue to wipe off her lipstick and interjected, "What handsome guy?"

"Don't you know? Mr. Williams' assistant has already notified the front desk. He is checking out this afternoon." Someone answered her, followed by a sigh.

Alice almost choked on her food, "Why didn't anyone tell me?" For a client of such importance checking out should have been her responsibility to visit. As if in response to her thought, the phone rang the next second, summoning her immediately.

She had just opened a can of Coca-Cola and took a sip, the cold liquid sliding uncomfortably into her stomach. She hurriedly put down her spoon, realizing there was no need to torture her stomach, especially since it wasn't urgent. She glanced around, didn't see Nancy, and asked, "Where's Nancy? Is she doing okay today?" She spoke softly, almost whispering into the floor manager's ear.