Amazing GrandMaster

Chapter Eleven

Everyone was wearing expensive outfits and cologne but Jamal was different and identifiable because of his dressing. He wasn’t able to purchase any new clothes because his account was under restriction and the only fund he had hopes on was being used to clear his final dues.

He looked around the reception hall of Sky Bar and a sharp sigh exhaled from him.

“Am I really doing this?” He mumbled to himself, feeling nervous.

He knew the kind of person he was meeting with, at least he would have put some effort in his dressing so as not to be taken for granted. Either way, he wanted to prove to his stepfamily that he was truly of Dashiell's blood.

“Good day,” He began, the receptionist narrowed her gaze at him briefly. “I’m here for Mr. Alcantara.” His next statement followed.

She batted her lashes and laughed.

“My apologies but I have to deny you access.” She rolled her eyes, obviously trying to make him feel bad. “Your dress mode and style don’t match with our criteria.” She lashed at him