She brushed her teeth, washed her face, put on makeup, and went to the locker room to get her uniform. After changing into her uniform, she went to room 1908. She knocked on the door several times, but no one answered. She went in using her room card and saw that Samson was not around.
She looked at her watch. It was only 6:30 a.m.
Samson's personal assistant said that he had a habit of going for a morning run. But was this not a little too early?
She took a bottle of mineral water and a disposable towel before heading to the park in front of the hotel.
Samson was there. Facing the morning sun, he ran around the lake. When he passed by her, he merely glanced indifferently at her and continued running. Fiona smiled.
This man was really good-looking.
His facial features were prominent, his eyes were large and deep-set, and his nose bridge was tall as well as straight. His lips were also pinkish and plump.
No wonder her female university mates back then were so obsessed with him.
Even if he wasn't so rich and powerful, that face of his could attract plenty of women who only cared about looks.
Even Joevy Biden, who did not have the habit of running in the morning, was running behind Samson.
"Fi." A pleasant male voice rang out.
As Fiona turned her head, Samson stopped in his tracks abruptly and looked at her.
"Marvin Mendes, why are you here? Are you out for a run too?" Fiona was surprised.
"I came to see you." Marvin handed a box to Fiona.
"I developed a new recipe for a pastry last night. Why don't you give it a try?"
Fiona often tried out the chefs' recipes and gave them feedback.
She took the box, grabbed a piece, and took a bite.
"It's delicious. It's stuffed with osmanthus and meat, isn't it? There's something else. What is it?"
"It's melon."
"No wonder it's so delicious. David Burton had really made the right choice by making you come so far to work over here. I can have quite a few of these."
Marvin smiled and said, "I've left sixteen of them in the kitchen for you. Remember to come and pick them up before you go home.
"Marvin, you're such a great guy!"
Fiona praised him without hesitation.
Samson went behind her and saw that she was smiling happily. He said in annoyance, "Are you a serial two-timer?"
"What?" Fiona looked at Samson in confusion.
Strictly speaking, she was not even with a single man.
Jagger Dawn could not even be considered one. After all, Jagger was only into other men.
Fiona looked at Marvin and introduced him to Samson.
"He is a first-class chef from our hotel. He has been on TV, and his cooking is really delicious."
She handed the pastry, which she had taken a bite from, to Samson.
"Give it a try."
Samson glanced coldly at her and continued running. Fiona could sense that he disliked her. She awkwardly withdrew her hand and took another bite of the pastry.
Samson turned to look at her and furrowed his brows. He said in a low voice, "Why aren't you coming with me?"
"Okay." Fiona stuffed the remaining pastry into her mouth, wiped the corners of her lips, lowered her head, and followed him. She used her room card to activate the elevator and pressed the button going up.
Their reflections could be seen in the mirror of the elevator.
Samson looked at Fiona's reflection in the mirror, and there was a strange emotion in his eyes.
Fiona noticed that Samson was looking at her. She looked at him back.
She did not know what was on his mind through his deep gaze. It was not something that she could figure out based on her experience and knowledge. A chill ran down her spine. She wondered if she had done anything wrong. Was it because she did not give him water?
She immediately unscrewed the cap of the bottle of water she was holding and handed it to Samson.
She explained, "I didn't drink this." Samson took the bottle and drank a few mouthfuls of water. He then said in a low voice, "I'm going to take a bath."
"Uhm..." For some unknown reason, her face turned red.
Why would he tell her this? Wasn't this something only couples talked about?
"I... I'll fill up the bath tub for you," Fiona said with a smile.
"Okay." He only managed to cool down after drinking a few more mouthfuls of water.
After returning to presidential suite, Fiona immediately went to the bathroom and prepared to fill up the bath tub. Because it was too early in the morning, the cleaner hadn't come up to clean the bathroom yet.
The towel he used yesterday was placed beside the bath tub along with the clothes that he had worn earlier.
She took out a new towel from the cabinet and placed it on the shelf.
She planned to send his shirt and suit for dry cleaning. But she wasn't sure if she should wash his underwear...
Her cell phone rang. She saw Jenny Brooks' name on the caller display and answered the phone.
"Fiona, are you attending the commerce department's meeting at 8:30 a.m.?" Jenny asked.
"Of course I am. I worked so hard to get transferred from the room management department to the commerce department."
"Can you take a few photos of Samson Hunt? It would be best if he's shirtless in them. I admire him very much." Jenny pleaded with a smile.
"I'll be done for if he finds out."
"He won't find out if we keep our lips sealed. I plan to keep these photos to myself, anyway. Why would I show them to others? Please do me this favour. I heard that the commerce department has some good opportunities for us. I won't fight with you for them. Instead, I'll help you out." Fiona hesitated.
"It's just some photos. It isn't illegal, is it? You're just satisfying a secret admirer's desire," Jenny said pitifully.
"Alright, then. Don't send them to other people!"
"Don't worry. If I do, my entire family will be d*mned." Jenny promised.
Fiona hung up. She thought of taking a few hours off to head to the commerce department.
Hence, she decided to wash Samson's underwear. This way, he might be more prone to agreeing to her request.
She had just picked up Samson's black underpants when Samson opened the door and entered the bathroom. He looked at Fiona.
Fiona suddenly felt embarrassed.
"Well, I'll wash this for you?"
"Get out," Samson said coldly.
"Okay." Fiona left the bathroom with her head lowered.
Samson grabbed her hand and looked at her. She could see her reflection in his eyes.