Chapter 612
“We got here way earlier and couldn’t even book a suite! Why do they get one?” Jillian shrieked.
“They are our top-tier VIPs and made a prior reservation, ma’am,” the server replied calmly.
“Top-tier VIPs? Bullshit! You’re just playing favorites p>
“Either provide proof of a reservation or return to your table. If you continue to cause a scene, we will be forced to escort you out and permanently revoke your access to the Solflare Grand Hotel p>
“Come here,” Vanessa barked, cutting Jillian off.
Jillian opened her mouth to argue, but Vanessa’s sharp command silenced her.
Dining here was a major status symbol. Getting blacklisted would be humiliating in their high-society circles.
They had come to the Solflare Grand Hotel specifically to flex on Mira, only to get thoroughly outclassed.
Defeated, Jillian and the others trudged back to their seats.
Outwardly, they tried to maintain their composure, but inside, they were seething. *Just you wait. One day, I’m going to grind you all into the dirt p>
The decor of the VIP suite was unlike anything else.
Droplets from a cascading water feature sparkled under the warm, ambient lighting, resembling scattered diamonds and emeralds as they fell into lush floral
arrangements.
Vibrant koi fish glided effortlessly in the reflecting pool below.
The entire atmosphere felt remarkably alive and organic.
Back during the initial design phase, Mr. Ziegler had hired top-tier landscape architects. Knowing Mira’s management style, as long as her executives pitched innovative ideas that weren’t totally absurd, she greenlit them.
If the concept failed, they could tear it down and rebuild. It was just money, after all. Besides, testing new layouts on a smaller scale hardly made a dent in her budget. But if the designs succeeded, the payoff was extraordinary.
Sinking into one of the plush, handcrafted chairs, Reece let out a deep sigh. “This is incredible. The rich really know how to live it up, don’t they p>
“Focus on your studies, master your professions, and you’ll all be rich one day,” Mira encouraged them.
“You really think so?” Leah asked.
“Absolutely. High-paying jobs
demand matching skillsets. Don’t stress over what a boss is willing to pay you, just focus on what you bring to the table. Opportunity always favors the prepared p>
Harvey nodded in agreement.
“I’m listening to you, Mira,” Elara piped up immediately.
Mr. Ashford personally handed out the leather-bound menus. The group hesitated to order, painfully aware that a single entree cost more than half their monthly allowance.
Mira took her menu and turned to the manager. “You can go back to work. We’re fine with just a server p>
After selecting a few signature dishes, Mira handed her menu over to Harvey, knowing he wouldn’t hold back.
A second later, she instantly regretted it. True to form, the guy ordered five of his favorite luxury dishes without a second thought.
He then tossed the menu to his roommates. “Go wild, guys. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Boss Mercer is footing the bill tonight, so get whatever you want p>
Even with the encouragement, the
others remained cautious. Only
Wyatt confidently ordered two- dishes. The rest picked just one symbolic item, carefully selecting the cheapest options available.
When it was Elara’s turn, she waved it off. “I’m good. Whatever Mira likes is fine by me p>
Following her lead, Leah also felt too embarrassed to order. “I’m not picky. There’s already so much food coming, ordering more would just be a waste p>
Mira did a quick headcount of the incoming dishes, realized they’d easily cover the table, and let it go.
She added a selection of staple sides, while pointing out the fully stocked bar cart of premium drinks and wines they could serve themselves.
“Are your bodyguards not eating with us?” Reece asked.