PART 2: The Truth Behind the Uniform
The young man hurried to his father's side.
"Dad... are you alright?"
The elderly man smiled gently.
"I'm fine, son."
But the mark on his cheek said otherwise.
The young woman folded her arms.
"So what if he's your father?"
"He's still a valet."
The young man slowly stood.
His calm expression unsettled everyone.
"He is a valet."
"And he's proud of it."
The woman laughed.
"You mean he actually chooses to park cars?"
Before the son could answer, the hotel general manager came running outside.
His face turned pale the moment he saw the elderly man.
Without hesitation, he bowed respectfully.
"Mr. Harrison..."
"I'm so sorry."
The guests stared in disbelief.
The manager wasn't apologizing to the wealthy customers.
He was apologizing to the valet.
The woman frowned.
"What is going on?"
The manager looked directly at her.
"This gentleman founded this hotel forty-two years ago."
Silence.
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Nobody moved.
Nobody even breathed.
