Forty-five minutes of waiting in the airport to board the plane and one uneventful hour and a half long stuffy flight later, we had finally arrived in London, England. As if to make an already annoying flight being stuck next to a horny Jennifer even more irritating, I struggled to ignore my Father’s constant flirting with the flight attendants the entire trip.
Like, I always knew the old man was a player, as back when we lived together even into his 80s, he had a never-ending revolving door of younger women coming and going at all hours, but to see him blatantly flirting in public made my neck itch.
To the common person walking by, my Father seemed like an established businessman with his first-class plane ticket, expensive suit, and handsome features…but honestly, I’m pretty sure it was the 20,000 USD Rolex on his left wrist that caught people’s attention.
Especially since he had a habit of constantly checking it as if on a tight schedule or something, it was flashy but mainly annoying to watch.
After a lot of hassle in the airport finding a decent cab driver, the three of us, Jennifer and my Father, stood outside of the Famous Ritz London hotel.
While I may not be keen on splurging financially in everyday life, there was no way I wouldn’t stay at a 5-star hotel on my trip, or at least, I wouldn’t leave my Father in some poor-ass hostel or something like that.
Since I knew he would be moseying around the hotel while I completed my tasks, I wanted to afford him a fraction of luxury since I wanted him to treat this as a bachelor vacation.
I saw more than anyone now that I had returned to the past, but he worked hard to provide for his family, and ever since having Brenden and me, he hadn’t stopped for even a simple vacation.
16-hour work days, six days a week, between the off-duty police work and piles of overtime, he never seemed to take a moment to breathe, so I didn’t mind allowing him that while I went about securing my financial future.
Checking in was relatively simple, as our travel agent spared no expense in getting the two rooms I had expected. Upon giving my Father the same set of instructions as I had back in Edinburgh, his excitement seemed to reach its peak, and before long, he was on the prowl for a new partner to pass the time with.
Standing in the lobby, I shook my head while watching my old man run around like some important businessman before eventually ending up at the bar, chatting up the attractive chestnut-haired bartender.
Rolling my eyes, I motioned for Jennifer to push the trolly carrying our luggage toward the elevator. Our rooms were on the fourth floor, and once we arrived at rooms 403 and 404, I unlocked the doors and ordered Jennifer to dump our luggage into the room before touching up her makeup and getting ready to head out.
However, right as I exited the room meant for my Father, I came face to face with a sketchy-looking bellhop, who was CLEARLY angry at me for some unknown reason.
"Young man, the halls aren’t meant for children; you should wait patiently for your parents instead of wandering about," he said in a posh accent, ticking me off to the point I had already killed him ten times in my mind.
’Yeah, I don’t have time for this bullshit,’ glaring up at the idiot bellhop who seemed to be in his late 30s or early 40s, I clicked my tongue.
"Oi, look here fuck face," my voice came out as a trill of childish wonder, and my words were enough to shock the man into looking directly into my eyes.
’Scrub…Psy-Kinesis, you will treat my Father and me as your most respected guests; anytime you see me, you will be as accommodating as possible as you know I come from money, and you saw a large stack of high-value money on me, which you are hoping I will use to give you a lucrative tip.’
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Fifty words, was it a waste of PC? Oh yeah, but if I could get this guy out of my hair, freeing up my ability to move around the hotel, it was worth it, if even barely.
I already knew the guy was dumber than a box of rocks because this was a Swanky hotel; if I was here and even dressed nicely, wouldn’t that mean my family came from money?
The fact that this bellhop couldn’t tell that much proved he had no business working in such an establishment, but more than that, it told me that if he had access to Arkadia, he would have such a low Intellect Stat that he lived life one step away from being a brainless neanderthal.
Turning my head away from the dazed bellhop, I didn’t bother waiting around for my Coersion to take effect, as I had used more than enough PC to punch a few holes in his head and force the effects of the skills onto his mind, so I walked away to my room, where I quickly changed into my usual street clothes, a black hoodie, red t-shirt, and black jeans that were, unfortunately, a size too big and required a belt.
That was the problem with my size; I was too big to be considered a toddler and too small to fit most of the better-looking clothing.
The fact that I found this pair of black jeans that fit relatively well so long as I wore a belt was a godsend because otherwise, I would be annoyed to death at running around in shorts all the time or flashy babyish clothes.
Checking myself over in the mirror, I nodded twice before hopping up onto the bed to test its softness, and well, I wasn’t let down; silk sheets, expensive pillows, and the mattress were PERFECT.
"No wonder the saying goes, "Put it on the Ritz" This place is pretty damn awesome; unfortunately, I’ve got work to do, so I can’t laze around in bed all day, but once I finish up with the book stuff, I’ve got some time to hang out here."