Amidst the backdrop of the hotel's grand façade, a different kind of drama unfolds on the streets as staff and workers stage a vociferous strike. Their grievances, long suppressed and simmering, have finally erupted into a cascade of demands for fair treatment and overdue wages. The sudden demise of the owner has only added to the tumultuous atmosphere, leaving both the employees and the management grappling to make sense of the situation. "Gave us our salary!" they shouted.Under the scorching sun, a makeshift podium has been set up, from which a spokesperson passionately addresses the growing crowd. "We've given our sweat and toil to keep this place running," their voice carries a mixture of anger and desperation. "It's time we're treated with respect and paid what's rightfully ours."Amid the chants and fervor, a young housekeeper named Maya shares her thoughts with a fellow protester. "It's not just about the money," she says, wiping sweat from her brow. "We've lost our owner, som
Amidst a backdrop of mounting tension, Patrick found himself encircled by a formidable wall of guards, their armor glinting ominously in the sun. His loyal personal guard had swiftly dispatched word to his fellow sentinels, who rushed to the scene, creating an almost impenetrable human barrier. The cacophony of disgruntled workers, their voices raised in a chorus of frustration and anger, reverberated through the air like an ominous symphony. "Calm down everyone! Nothing will be settled if you keep on shouting,""Where's our pay?" shouted one worker, his face flushed with indignation. "We toil day and night, and what do we get in return? Empty promises!"Patrick, standing at the epicenter of this volatile storm, raised his hands in a calming gesture. "Please, everyone, let's take a moment to breathe," he implored, his voice carrying above the clamor. "I understand your grievances, and I want you to know that I am here to address them."Skepticism rippled through the crowd, the workers
In a quiet room overlooking the hotel's grandeur, Mr. Black and Patrick engaged in a conversation that would shape their destinies. "I understand the sentimental value," Patrick began his tone a blend of empathy and business acumen. "But consider this an opportunity to unburden yourself from the loan's shadow and embark on a new chapter."Mr. Black sighed, his gaze shifting from the skyline to the contract before him. "It's not just about the money, Patrick. This hotel is a part of who I am." His voice trembled with the weight of emotion, a testament to the profound connection he shared with his establishment.Patrick leaned forward, his expression softening. "I recognize that, Mr. Black. This isn't a decision made lightly. But sometimes, the most arduous choices lead to unforeseen horizons. The path ahead might hold new avenues for you to explore.""I don't know..." Mr. Black said as he hesitated about what he must do as he didn't want Patrick to have the hotel. But he knows that he
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"Has Patrick really helped these people?" Cavita asked in disbelief until now she couldn't believe that Patrick was able to help this many people."Patrick is so helpful, he helped us even though he knew that this hotel would not be able to give him some profit. And now he was the one who paid as the money that our previous boss didn't pay us," one of the workers said was overheard by Sarita, Cavita, and Blaike best friend of Patrick. The people around the building that was so furious and angry earlier were now happy that they were able to have the money that they worked so hard for six months."How did he do it?", Cavita asked in disbelief as she heard the people talking about some good things about Patrick. Because all she knows that he was not a good person since their first encounter was that she saw that Patrick was beating a man and that made her horrified by what she saw.Sarita smiled and now her sister Cavita could not believe what she was hearing from all of these people tha
"You two have some nerve!" the girl on the left shouted in Sarita's face. Because she was so angry at Sarita because they were the reason why their boyfriend was beaten up.So they tied them up with Blaike in the chair, and let them suffer in there."Don't even try to deny it, girl, we know you were there when Patrick beat up our boyfriends!" The girls said on their faces, as they vented out their anger toward Sarita, as they witnessed what happened to their boyfriend. And they are one of the reasons why their boyfriends got so beaten up.Cavita tried to speak up and explain but was quickly interrupted by the girl on the right."It's too late for apologies now. Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused? You have no clue what you've done!"Sarita was silent. She knew that her silence was only making things worse but she was at a complete loss for words. "I don't know..." she whispered to herself.The girls, angry at Sarita, Cavita, and their boyfriends, slapped the trio aroun
Patrick was thinking about taking Sarita on a date and wanted to get her something special to make the occasion memorable. He decided to take her shopping for a dress, a little token of appreciation for her. "Maybe Sarita would like to shop for a while with me," he whispered to himself.Patrick walked towards his guards and asked his guards to. "Call Sarita to come directly to the mall with him so they could buy the dress together,"The guards tried to call Sarita, however, Sarita's phone was off, and Cavita's phone was also switched off. "The phone of Sarita is off!""What? "Patrick was baffled that it was this difficult to get in touch with the girls.Patrick, now even more confused by the inability to get in touch with Sarita or Cavita, wasn't sure what to do next. He decided to wait by the phone in case one of the girls called back. His guards waited with him. It was still early in the morning, and they all expected a response soon enough. However, as they kept waiting, it looked
Patrick was worried and felt something sinister at play. He couldn't help but wonder if someone was using the girls to hurt him. He was trying not to panic, but the thought of losing Sarita and Cavita was too much for him to handle. And if someone had gotten a hold of the girls, and were using them as pawns, then it meant that Patrick was in danger too. He had to find the girls, and he had to find them fast. "Who would want to hurt my friends? If I found out who did this I would make sure that they would pay for this!"Patrick was feeling overwhelmed with worry and wondered how he would explain the situation to Sarita and Cavita's parents. "Sarita and Cavita's parents could be worried sick about them now!" he said to himself. He had been so focused on finding the girls, that he hadn't even thought about how this situation would affect their families. They had already been through so much, and now their daughters were missing. Patrick felt guilty, and he needed to make sure that he fo