Silas Hale, the youngest billionaire and CEO of Hale Inc., has transformed his bleak childhood memories into a global empire of innovative, welcoming hotels. Known for his ruthless perfectionism, Silas's life changes when he hires Vivienne Onaïs as...
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Taming Silas was on a break from filming. Our date had therefore not been aired.
In a way, I was relieved. I could be on this cruise, enjoy and deal with the general comments from fans. With all those cameras gone.
All I needed was a nice cocktail, my sunglasses and my laptop, and everything would be just fine.
Silas had already started his rounds, a single break not existing in his world– the bar, the restaurant, the cleaners, everything was visible under his critical eye. He was so thorough when it came to his personal checks and while cold with advice, it was solid and immediately applicable.
Even as we followed Michael past the pool, Silas' eyes missed nothing. He swiftly took in the visitors, flickering his attention to the people in Hale inc uniform as they interacted with everyone, a polite attitude intact.
As soon as we boarded, the staff were guarded, making sure their service was at peak performance. Most of them had been working under Silas long enough to not slip up. Shit always happened though.
He watched as a drunk man, hair stuck onto his sweaty forehead, lashed out at the bar during the mid-day, his legs nearly giving out as he stumbled onto the table, glasses with alcohol tumbling everywhere. I winced at the embarrassing sight while Silas rolled his eyes. On brand of him.
The lady at the bar seemed to be on the verge of tears, seeing all the shot glasses fall. This industry was tough on the workers. I hated the waitress job in my teen years, the customers were the worst. Most of the time, I had to suck it up.
Our workers didn't though.
Silas signaled the bodyguard to wait behind him as he walked towards the man. I stayed close.
"This is not how you want to spend your holiday, I assume?" Silas asked him, annoyance spread across his face, lips in a flat line.
The bartender didn't recognise her boss. She must be new. She shook her head. "Everything is under contr–" Mistake.
Silas sent her a dead look that shut her up. He really needed to control that glare of his, he was aiming it at the wrong person.
Getting the hint, she grabbed her rag quietly and started cleaning. My cue.
As Silas grabbed the drunkie by the neck, his voice hushed to his ear, I walked towards her. "First day on the job, Madison?" I read her silver name plate.
"My first nightmare, more like." She wiped the tables, picking up the shards in the process. She sniffed and I couldn't help but feel bad for her.
I smiled at her in attempt to sooth her. "Good thing is that nightmares always go away." As if in sync, the bodyguard behind Silas had finally dragged mister sweaty from the scene.
