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<KNOCK>

The three of them turned their attention to the door, a man in a casual white suit walked in. His hair was white and his gray eyes were full of vigour. His aged face was flush, it was as if he recently got sun-burned.

“Emery! Glad to see you well, it’s been a month.” Monique greeted Emery with a handshake. “You look better, the stress on your face has decreased! Haha!”

“Likewise, Monique.” Emery smiled warmly at Monique. “I just returned from the Canary Islands, I apologise if my face looks a bit funny.” Emery let out a soft chuckle.

He then turned to Ein and Seori who were by Monique’s side. “Glad to see you both faring well too.”

“Good to see you Chef.” Ein shook Emery’s hand and gave him a warm pat on the back.

“You look a lot more youthful now Chef! Looks like resting really does something good for your body.” Seori smiled at Emery.

Ein and Seori had fond memories of Emery at Hotel Citron. Back when they were clerks, both Ein and Seori had a tendency to skip lunches due to their heavy workloads, the employee’s cafeteria had meal schedules to follow so both of them would miss out on lunch. Emery and his kitchen staff knew them as they were known as the Drunch Clerks, or in layman’s terms, folks who combined lunch and dinner in one meal in the afternoon.

“I would like you all to meet my dear friend and my protege.”

Emery then turned back and opened the door to the conference room. “Henry, come here and introduce yourself!”

The sound of shoes clacking echoes through the room.

<Clack>

<Clack>

<Clack>

A man dressed in a navy, three-piece suit, and dark brown oxfords walked in, the sounds of his steps were attention-grabbing. His long platinum blonde hair was neatly tied up into a bun, his sharp golden eyes glistened as the sunlight hit them, his face was unblemished, his nose and cheeks were chiseled and his gait exuded confidence. He looked more like a model walking in a runway fashion show, as his styling was on point. Monique and Seori’s cheeks flushed at the sight, they were smitten.

Ein felt a bit of nostalgia as he saw Henry walk into the room.

‘For some reason...I think I’ve seen this guy before.’ Ein pondered. ‘Hmm, I don’t remember, nevermind, my mind must be playing games on me.’ he then shrugged off the useless thoughts and greeted him.

“Good morning, you must be Chef Emery’s successor... Glad to meet you, Henry.” Ein then held out his hand for a handshake.

“Ein Schmidt, Assistant Manager and corporate secretary for Hotel Citron.” Ein brandished his business smile. Monique and Seori saw Ein’s demeanor and snapped back to their senses.

Henry reached out Ein’s hand to return the handshake.

“I’m Henry Rivers, nice to meet you too Ein.”Henry grabbed Ein’s hand to answer his handshake.

Ein noticed that Henry stroked his palm with his index finger as their hands shook. Ein felt goosebumps grow on his nape.

‘Well, shit. Looks like this one is not just a lady killer… he might be a maneater too.’