Mr. Rockefeller

Chapter 33

The luxurious suite of the Luminous Plaza Hotel was filled with the soft murmur of jazz music. In the center of the room, a burly man with a stern face, Mr. Rockefeller, the CEO of the hotel, was seated on a plush couch. A pretty blonde woman was nestled in his lap, her lips pressed against his in an attempt to soothe his nerves. Just as he was beginning to enjoy the distraction, his phone vibrated on the glass coffee table.

"Damn it," he muttered, gently pushing the woman off his lap. She yelped as her bottom hit the cold marble floor.

"Ouch! What's the problem?" She cried.

Ignoring her cry, he reached for the phone. The caller ID read 'Mr. Ventura'. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Michael was supposed to be at a meeting with him, not calling him.

"Sir?" he answered, his voice gruff.

"Mr. Rockefeller," Michael's voice came through, sounding strained. "I've been thrown out of the hotel."

"What?" A gasp escaped Mr. Rockefeller's lips as he shot up from the couch, his f
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