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The doormen at the entrance welcomed him warmly, opening the doors with grace. Zastan nodded in thanks and stepped inside.

The lobby was a symphony of luxury marble floors, glittering chandeliers, and furniture that seemed to beckon to him to relax and enjoy the finer things in life.

But as a he took a few more steps, a discordant voice was heard. "What is someone like you doing here?" a girl wearing a fashionable dress and thick makeup sneered. She looked at him up and down with disdain. "You don't belong to a place like this."

Zastan, felt a surge of irritation. The girl turned to the nearby staff and raised her voice. "Where's the manager? This place is going downhill if they're letting people like him in."

The staff, seemingly eager to please the girl, added. "Sir, this establishment maintains a certain standard. Perhaps you should consider staying somewhere more... suited for you."

Before Zastan could respond, the manager arrived, clearly familiar with the girl. "Miss Evans, how can I assist you today?" the manager asked with a professional smile.

Miss Evans pointed at Zastan and said, "why is a man like him doing him here?"

The manager turned to Zastan, her smile faded slightly. "Sir, I must ask you to leave. If you don't, I'll have to call the security."

Zastan felt a rush of anger and frustration. He had just arrived and was ready to start his new life. But now, he was being like someone below him.

He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "Is that so?" he said, he reached into his bag. He pulled out a thick stack of cash and held it in front of them. "I want the best froom in this hotel. Can you manage that?"

The manager stammered slightly, "This gentleman-"

Before she could finish, a supervisor who had heard the commotion in the lobby approached. His sharp eyes took in the situation quickly.

"What seems to be the problem here?" he asked, his tone, quite authoritative.

The manager turned to him, flustered. "He-"

The supervisor cut her off, understanding the situation at a glance. "This kind of behavior is unacceptable," he said, as he addressed the manager and the staff

Before she could finish, a supervisor who had heard the commotion in the lobby approached. His sharp eyes took in the situation quickly. "What seems to be the problem here?" he asked, his tone authoritative.

The manager turned to him, flustered. "This gentleman—"

The supervisor cut her off, understanding the situation at a glance. "This kind of behavior is unacceptable," he said, addressing the manager and the staff who had spoken out of turn. "You're all representing this hotel, and this is not how we treat our guests."

He turned to the staff member who had sided with Miss Evans. "You're fired, effective immediately. Clear out your things and leave." The staff member's face went pale as he hurriedly exited.

Then he turned to the manager. "As for you, this is your final warning. Your salary will be deducted for this month's pay as a consequence. If something like this happens again, you'll be replaced. Understood?"

The manager nodded, her face stammered. "Yes, sir."

The supervisor turned to Zastan with a courteous smile. "Mr..."

"Zastan. Zastan Miles" Zastan added.

The supervisor nodded and said. "Mr. Miles, allow me to personally introduce you to our most luxurious suite. Right this way, please."

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As for the girl who insulted Zastan? They both ignored and put her aside.

The supervisor knew for a fact their hotel doesn't lack someone like her.

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As they walked through the hotel, the supervisor explained the amenities. "Our Imperial Suite is equipped with the finest furnishings, a private butler, and a panoramic view of the city."

Zastan stepped inside, his eyes widened at the sight. The suite was more luxurious than he had imagined, with a grand piano, a private terrace, and a bedroom fit for royalty. He turned to the supervisor, his frustration replaced by gratitude. "Thank you. This is perfect."

The supervisor smiled, clearly pleased. "I'm glad you like it, Mr. Miles."

He glanced at the thick stack of cash that Zastan handed him, his eyes lighting up as he accepted it flatteringly. "I'll make sure this is put to good use for anything you might need during your stay. Just call the front desk, or your butler and we'll surely handle any requests you have, be it meals, drinks, additional services, and whatever you wish."

Zastan nodded, appreciating the discretion. "I plan to stay indefinitely," he added, watching as then supervisor's smile broadened even more.

"Of course, sir." The supervisor said, "We rarely have guests who take up residences in this suite. You'll find the utmost privacy and luxury here. We also offer a chauffeur service to take you anywhere you need to go, as well as a full range of dining options, spa treatments, and a private gym If you need anything else, simply let us know."

"Excellent," Zastan replied, his mind already thinking of the possibilities.

After the supervisor left, Zastan took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the suite. Everything here spoke of elegance and refinement. Just as he was beginning to relax, there was a soft knock on the door.

Zastan opened it to find a stunning woman standing there. She had a poised, professional demeanor, dressed beautifully in a tailored uniform that highlights her slender figure.

"Good evening, Mr. Zastan," she said, her voice was soft and melodic. "I'm Natalia, your personal butler during your stay. I'm here to ensure your comfort and satisfaction with all the services we offer."

Zastan felt a spark of interest at her, but he did his best to maintain his composure. "Thank you, Natalia. I'm sure everything will be perfect with you around."

Natalia noticed the brief flicker of interest in his eyes. It wasn't the first time a guest had looked at her like that, but this time, she felt something different. Unlike the usual gazes that made her feel uncomfortable, Zastan's interest seemed more respectful, almost intriguing.

"Allow me to explain some of the services we offer," Natalia continued with a slight smile, stepping inside to give him a tour of the suite. "Aside from our 24/7 room service, we have a dedicated staff for personal shopping, private dining experiences, and exclusive access to the hotel's rooftop facilities. And, of course," she added with a playful wink, "we offer other...services as well."

Zastan raised an eyebrow, catching onto the hint. He responded with a smirk, "And would those 'services' happen to include you?"

Natalia's confident demeanor faltered for a moment as she felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She wasn't used to being caught off guard, but Zastan's boldness despite his youth surprised her. "Well," she began, her voice slightly breathless, "that depends on what you're asking, Mr. Zastan."

Zastan chuckled, as he looked at her meaningfully. "I'll keep that in mind, Natalia."

Natalia quickly regained her composure, offering a polite, little nod. "Very well, Mr. Zastan. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I'll be at your service whenever you require." She turned to leave, but not before flashing him a smile that was both professional slightly flirtatious.

As she exited the suite, Zastan couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The day had been full of happenings that is not completely aligned with what was on his mind, but here he was, standing in a luxurious suite, ready to start a new chapter of his life. "With the system at my disposal, I'm sure I'll reach greater heights, and this is just the beginning."

As the door closed behind Natalia, Zastan felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. The adrenaline of the day, the tension of the encounters, and the excitement of his new reality all seemed to catch up with him all at once in this very moment. "Time for a quick nap."

He walked over to the grand bed. Without a second thought, he laid down, sinking into the soft mattress. "This is the life..." His eyes grew heavy, and within minutes, he fell into a deep sleep.

...

When Zastan woke up, the sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm, golden flow through the large windows of his suite. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, feeling refreshed and more relaxed at his new surroundings.

He reached over the telephone on the nightstand and picked it up. A crisp voice on the other end greeted him. "Good evening, Mr. Zastan. How may we assist you?"

"I need a few things," Zastan said. "First, get me the latest phone the market, the Astra 15. Also, I need a new suit." He took a pause slightly. "Like something sharp, good for clubbing. Make sure it's paired with all the essentials, like shoes, pants, a shirt, everything. Don't forget that I want it to be top quality."

"Understood, sir. We will arrange that immediately."

Satisfied, Zastan hung up the phone and leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling as he waited. Not long after the call, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." He called out with a voice loud enough for the person on the other side to hear.

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