Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 193

"I must meet with him right away. I won't take a 'no' for an answer. It's better for you to get out of my way!"

The active Mr Marcot was wearing a long face, the corner of his eyes dark and sans any form of peace.

"Calm down please. Please sir. Calm down."

Elisa pleased, standing in the way of the man. The man was willing and ready to push her out of his way, he looked it. But for some reason, he was holding back. Perhaps because he also considers ladies to be fragile. The reason for his hesitation was hidden. But it wouldn't be forever.

"Do you want to make a song out of that?"

Mr Marcot snapped at her. The confused Elisa exclaimed,

"Huh? What song? What are you talking about?"

Mr Marcot scoffed.

"Calm down please... Please sir. Calm down."

Mr Marcot said in a silly tone, an attempt to mimick as well as scorn Elisa. Elisa should be offended but she wasn't.

"You keep saying those words as though in no time from now you would jump into a studio and hit the Vegas with a track. You keep saying the same thing over and over again with no solution. What am I supposed to do? Dance to it? Or oh... perhaps, I should get a choir band for you. So they could back you up."

From the look on Elisa's face, it was obvious that she didn't know what else to say. To think of it, she couldn't had ever imagined that Mr Marcot could be that loquacious as well as petty.

Looking at the way the man was dressed, it was obvious that he was of a high class. Elisa had heard of him and seen him on the media on many occasions and this would be her first time of meeting him in person. But under a hostile circumstance.

Even though she had no idea why the man had been yelling and wanting to meet with Damien, she knew that it was for no joke. For such a renowned man in Vegas to come looking for Damein, it must be because of business.

She was beginning to take a guess but it was of no use. She didn't even have the luxury of time to keep nursing whatever she had in mind.

While she was caught in the heavy waves of thought, she felt a force pushed past her. Before she could tell what was happening, the door had been pushed widely open, as an effect shoving her to the side, almost off her balance.

Mr Marcot strode into the manager's office, calling.

"Mr Damien. Mr Damien!!!"

Elisa who had managed to stable herself from falling wore a long face now. It seemed as though her effort to keep cool and calm didn't pay off, so she didn't think she could keep up the charade.

She made sure she shut the door before turning to the man who was looking around as though the person he was looking was a needle.

"You don't really think that my boss is so insensitive to hide from you? Is that how big of a deal you are?"

At those fiery words of hers, Mr Marcot spun to her in rage.

"You would watch your mouth you wench! How dare you speak so rudely to me? Don't you know who I am? Even if you don't, did you for a second forget that you are just a manager of a hotel and could be reduced to nothing in the blink of an eye?"

Elisa didn't see any of that coming. She didn't think that the man could go on and on with those words. She didn't even think he would take that route.

But she didn't let that get to her. She didn't look scared. She wasn't shaking. She kept her composure up, so collected that Mr Marcot was puzzled. She took gentle steps towards the man.

"Before we talk about laying me off, do you have any idea what offense you have just committed?"

"Huh?"

Mr Marcot's jaws dropped. He looked like he was gazing at a gaint. Not only about the size, but the awe which comes with the enormous size.

And to think of it, Elisa was a long-legged beautiful lady in her prime. She was way taller than the average looking Mr Marcot. It was reasonable that he was looking at her as though she was some goddess and he was making some supplication.

Eliaa continued immediately,

"Since you are quite a big deal in Vegas, you should also know the status of this hotel. Or don't you? Do you want this rude manager to tell you? Fill you in on how rash and restless you were... barging into a twelve star hotel which is exclusive to men whom you could never look in the eyes."

"What!"

Mr Marcot darted at her, pushing his heavy body in tune to the swift rage. He struck her in the face. Elisa's eyes widened.

She wanted to hit him back, but held back. She knew she could never. She dared not. Even up to that moment, she didn't know what relationship Mr Marcot had with Damien. She was only doing her job as the manager.

She scoffed after the slap. Mr Marcot got more annoyed,