We checked in Kempinski hotel at around 4:30pm local time and each went to our own rooms. I had a single bedroom to myself but the bed its self was the size of my apartment bathroom. Never once in my life I been in a 5 star hotel, at most I only stared at one from afar.
I showered then changed into a black t-shirt and shorts. When I checked my watch again it was 4:45pm. Too late to do any actual work today so I decided to just go and do some exploring and probably bring Charlotte along, since we could both use some air outside. I put on my casual clothing and my black wind coat and decided to ask her. Her room was the president suite so I used the elevator to get to her floor, since a dozen flight of stairs doesn't sound pleasant. I got in the elevator with a tense feeling, it was like sharing the same space of your ex-wife in an enclosed space for half minute. The reason why I don't' like elevators is because you never know when those things were going to fall and the depressing Beethoven music wasn't helping at all. So I got off quickly as possible, as my stony legs turned to rubber the moment I stepped out of the elevator. After I recovered I went up to her. It didn't require a genius but only a little good memory to remember her room number. I went up to the door and knocked on it twice, rapidly.
"Is this alright?" said Charlotte as she came out of her room hurriedly. For a moment I couldn't believe my eyes, even though I didn't show it all I could do was stare. She wore a glamorous pink T shirt with short-short jeans and low heels. She was a literally a living Barbie doll. Life seemed so unrealistic for a moment, but reality came back again when another person stepped into view. I did my best to remain poker face but it was really challenging my limit. Braun was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and Hawaiian shorts, with the dark shades on he looked like he was being dragged away from Hawaii.
"Is it the dress?" said Charlotte who shifted uncomfortably.
"No it's the person." I replied.
"Is there something wrong with me?"
"No it's just that you still stand out too much."
"Eh?! But the maids told me those were local fashion!"
I was going to tell her it has nothing to do with the local fashion but in the very last moment I decide not to.
"This will do for now."
"What about you Ling? Won't you feel stuffed?"
"Trust me I feel more comfortable in these clothing." I patted my coat, which was also checking whether my gun was still in my pocket, and it still was.
"So what are we going to do next?"
"Since it's still light out there, we could probably roam on the...streets." Charlotte eyes were blinking like a dying star (and that when stars glows the brightest).
"Realllly!?"
"Sure."
"That I shall accompany you my lady." Bowed Braun.
"Ok. But no frown faces, I heard they make you age faster." Said Charlotte. Pointing a finger upwards.
"Really?" asked Braun with a mouth full of disbelief.
Well time is money so I pressed the elevator, and by the time Braun was done with his disbelief the elevator arrived. The 3 of us stepped in and pressed the g-floor. The ride down took about a minute but it felt like hours, with nothing but silence and Mozart depressing master pieces. I found myself walking over to the nearest pillar hunching over and breathing out hurricanes.
"Is something wrong?" Charlotte stopped beside me, her face turning to me.
"Not really..." I lied as a sweat trickled down my cheek. A moment later she stood upright then pressed a finger against her chin and said.
"You should take off your coat?"
"Why?" I replied
"You're already sweating even though there is an air conditioner inside here. Your clothes will get wetter than your bathing suit if you go out."
"Swimming in my own sweat it seems like a good idea." I stood up and walked over to the door and motioned for them to follow.
"Yep, apparently swimming in own sweat isn't a good idea." I said. I felt like crashing on the street from the 15 hours of jet lag and the intense 35o C heat. Charlotte seemed much more in the sprit then me, though I could see she was starting to get tired too. Braun felt uneasy and his face turned purple after eating a Chinese bun, the storekeeper said it was just ordinary goat meet in it, but I don't believe it was even meat. As much as he wanted to help out, he really couldn't do anything going to the washroom every 20 minutes. In the end we decided it was best for him to stay at the hotel. And at that point, he seemed fine with it as long he got another bodyguard to take his place. He didn't seem to mind, Charlotte being close to me.
There was sea of variety of food, and half of them I couldn't tell what they were actually made off. Luckily I only had to go the bath room twice, which was 1/5th the time Braun used the washroom in 3 hours and 23 minutes. But Charlotte seemed to be immune of any off that stuff which quite surprised me, by 8:00 the last glints of sun light disappeared past the horizon. We were going back to the hotel because she fell asleep. Since the new bodyguard offered to carry her, I let him. She lied on the seats across from me, as the new bodyguard took position as the driver. She looks like an angel... when asleep. Not knowing why, I took off my wind coat and laid it on top of her. I came close to falling asleep, but it was my will that kept me awake. I looked away from Charlotte angelic face and remained silent for the remainder of the ride. After arriving at the hotel, Braun remained standing still as a statue. And bowed when the door faced him. I opened the door from the inside to let him see that Charlotte was asleep. He understood the situation quickly as stealthy like a big cat, he hunched over and lifted Charlotte into his arms effortlessly, along with my coat. I was going to ask for my coat back, but decided not to. Almost drowning in my sweat today, I would not wear my coat tomorrow. Now the jet lag was really starting to catch up, so I headed up to my room without another word. Well leave tomorrow worries for the tomorrow me!
"Well this is quite a surprise and you know the boss doesn't like surprises." Said Iron block as he lifted the visor of his night vision goggles.
"Be patient. They are the prey and we are the predators," said Stainless Steel. As he looked through the scope on his sniper that was directly aimed at Charlotte head. Then he lifted his eyes from it as he tapped his finger restlessly on the trigger.
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Game of Royals
FantasyCANCER ALERT! This is my work from 4 years ago, you might get potential cancer from how bad it is (Read at your own risk, I am not responsible for any sort of cancer caused by this work) Ling, 18, and already has 3 master degrees in university of Ca...